Adam and Samuel walked me to the med bay while Damon had gone ahead to put the jelly in place. They stripped me naked and lifted me onto the table. Damon said, "Let's start with the hands, they're going to be so much heavier, it won't be easy to fight if he clears." Samuel gelled one hand and Damon gelled the other. I kept my eyes closed because I was tired, but the gelling always distracted me enough that I couldn't quite fall asleep.

After the hands, it was the legs and then the belly, and under the skin, there was no fear of me going anywhere. I was feeling really confused and tired and fuzzy, not really knowing what I was doing or even how I was. They put some clothes on me and helped me stand, leaning heavily against Damon. He took hold of my chin and looked into my eyes "See now, Baby. Actions and consequences. You have to think things through a little further than just jumping on Sark. You know you can't die but that doesn't take away the fact that your pack cares and loves and will do anything to save you. Don't go into the mouth of death on purpose now. "

Damon's voice was gentle, patient, but I knew there would be no mercy. The punishment must be suffered. If only they could understand how awful this is going to make me feel. I figured after this, I'd do something again that would make my soul sing and it probably wouldn't involve any man.

Bran said, "Damon, please take Mimi to solitary as we talked about." Then Bran came in front of me and said "Now you will be taken to the other house and Damon will give you some educational symptoms and you will be fine in that house for the duration of your punishment. After that, you'll have a rutting time. Extra strong and as long as possible up to 12 weeks."

Damon picked me up and started to carry me out to the car. We were now in Delaware. He would drive me to Minnesota where he would give me symptoms and leave me to fend for myself. Except no. I wonder if the Lord wouldn't be there to do all sorts of bad things. He wouldn't tell Bran, and who'd believe me?

Damon bundled me into the car and fastened my seat belt. He took off driving. The whole drive he didn't say a word and I slept most of it the jelly was already on full blast and the cocktail Damon had given me earlier didn't seem to be going anywhere. And he had another one with him. when we got to the house Damon directed me straight to the medbay where he lifted me onto the bed and laid me down. I was so stoned and drugged I wasn't even planning on going anywhere.

Damon got a wooden box which he put on one of the tables and started looking for the appropriate symptoms or diseases. "ah, first winner malaria"! He lifted the bottle apart. Then he selected stomach cancer, arthritis, rheumatoid arthritis, and glaucoma. He eagerly drew the substances into syringes and then came next to me and injected every single one of my veins.

"Baby, I'm not going to jelly you up anymore, at least not yet, because this lesson, well this one requires you to be a little more conscious. Those symptoms will come on in probably an hour or two and then we'll slowly start playing. I'll show you how a vampire preys. You're the prey and I'm the predator, you know how I like it. You just gotta hope. Uh, well, if I have to, I've got a shed pretty close by. As for Bran's heat, well Bran's gonna have another pack coming over soon, I'm sure someone's got the heat and if not I can always suggest a party. That way no one will miss you right away, Baby." As I said, the Lord was not about to let me get away with it. This was going to be another one of those times.

Damon was watching me. He let me get around as much as I could because arthritis made it hard to move, and so did malaria because the fever would rise and then you'd get cold, you had to seek warmth, glaucoma hurt your eyes when your eye pressure started to rise and rheumatism didn't help. Stomach cancer made sure I didn't eat anything or drink terribly much.

I had been for three days and tried to cannulate myself but the rheumatism got to me as well as the arthritis that I couldn't really get my fluids out. I would have put it under my skin but when I had to use the syringe it was impossible. Damon just watched. He didn't even offer to help and then he lifted all the vein supplies up so high I couldn't reach it. Every day he would talk to Bran, just mentioning the party and the stress.

He didn't recall my heat period at all. Now we hadn't talked about having kids for a while. It was an obsession with Damon at times, and he just didn't understand that my body couldn't handle a child or even puppies. All the while, the jelly-induced sedation had worn off, and on the fifth day Damon came up to me and took me by the chin to see how perky I was. "Today, Baby, you just became a catch. Congratulations. You might want to start looking for a place to hide. "

A feeling of flight came into my head like I should run away. I left what I could with my rheumatoid arthritis. The feeling persisted. I heard Damon's footsteps behind me. He scooped me up against him and pulled my head back by my hair, slicing my throat wide open with his claw. And then he was gone. Thankfully my healing ability was intact and even though I had time to bleed an amazing amount it didn't seem to slow me down yet.

I ran away again. This time it was a big machete that sliced through my stomach so that I held my guts in my hands. A dagger to the heart. I was beginning to almost panic, fearing the next attack. Again, my throat opened. I tried to escape upstairs. Suddenly, Damon attacked me at full speed and began to maul my neck, eating my blood. My God, I was scared.

That was Damon's intention, to scare me as much as possible. " This feeling, Baby, this- try to keep it in mind because this is what can and often does prevent getting caught or hurt. I know you're not afraid of anything, you weren't, but now..." Then Damon disappeared again somewhere to await his next move. I kept running. He scared me again and again.

But then it started. He wasn't hunting anymore. He walked behind me and talked. About sheds. About rib presses. About stabbers. He'd changed his tune. Now he wasn't teaching, he was tuning in. And I acted. I'd already figured out a strategy, if this went this way I wouldn't be taken to the shed. I was carefree as if the speeches didn't matter and then I slipped away. I took all the keys to the cage that I had collected in one place and slipped into the cage and locked the door.

I had all the keys. " "Oh Baby." Damon's voice was reproachful. " Now give me those keys right now..." I'm not that easy I thought to myself. Damon walked around the cage. I sat tightly in the middle of the cage with all the keys under me. Nope, not so easy.. Damon said " Fine you want it. " He took a tranquilizer gun and one empty arrow from his pocket and put the syringe he loaded earlier into the arrow and loaded the gun. "eeny, meany, miny, mo...Baby. Wherever you want. In the heart, in the arm. On the back. "

Oh shit, now I have to be quick. I stood up, watching intently for when. Damon's finger crooked and I ducked. The dart hit the floor with a clatter. But by the time I had jumped to the side so had Damon and I had time to not just congratulate myself when a grip on my hair told me of my mistake. A sharp sting in my arm told me that the son of a bitch had had another syringe.

Damon pushed the plunger down and said " That'll do it. That was strong." He held me by my hair until my legs started to go out from under me. Then he let go and I watched as Damon grabbed the keys from the middle of the cage with a long metal rod, opened the cage door, and lifted me into his arms. Then went black.

I woke up in the shed, my hands on the spikes, tied to the table. A tight squeeze around my chest told me I already had a rib crusher tuned. I was naked. "Baby, you don't learn then. But fine let's get started. How many strokes? You still have symptoms on you. I can see how they've affected your healing ability, we'll soon see. This is another knife. This one has alloy coming out of the tip every time I strike. Now I know I've had knives with only one metal, but this, baby, this is a blend, and I'm not going to tell you what all the goodies are. Now it's time for my pleasure again." He started jabbing the knife into my stomach. Again and again and again. I could feel the metal from each stroke burning deep in my stomach.

He put the rib clamp on before he had started and the feeling of a metal rod going along your ribs, pressing harder and harder until it gave way. Crunch, crack, ruts. The ribs started cracking and splitting. I could feel the magnet pulling the rollers together and my chest was in between. The squeezing force was incredibly painful. after Damon had stabbed a knife into my stomach 345 times, I was no longer healing.

Then he brought the stabber. Same thing with the stabber. It was like an X-ray machine or something that he put in, sealed over my stomach. And put it on. It started to hit me. There were different sizes of knives in the machine some longer, duller, sharper, and more tearing. At the same time, Damon brought some kind of device next to my leg. He adjusted the height again and carefully positioned all the little pointed hammers that were in the device in a row so that they were at my feet and especially at my bones. The device had a long metal arm from which these hammers came out perpendicularly. The hammers were at the end of the levers and the levers were attached to this main arm.

Damon placed similar devices on both sides of my legs. He had raised my head just enough to see over the stabber. Then he put the devices on. The hammers beat mercilessly on my legs from my ankles to my thighs, they hit the bone and the bone started to give way pretty quickly. As the resistance disappeared from the hammer, the lever moved a little sideways and the hammer started hammering the next part of my bone.

The tibia was chewed up pretty quickly, as was the knee, with the femur providing much more resistance. Damon took the stabber off while my legs were still being worked on. My chest had narrowed considerably as the rib crusher had shredded my rib and was still squeezing tighter around me. I tried to breathe shallowly, puffing so as not to puncture my lungs.

When my legs were suitably crushed, he fitted the hammers to my arms and then watched coldly, emotionlessly, as they began to beat my arms to pieces. Eventually, he turned me over onto my stomach and now put the hammers to work on my spine but at no point did he let my spinal cord break. He waited until the bone fragments were dissolved and turned me back on my back. It was painful.

Then he took and opened my bruised and mangled stomach and spread it open. He picked up the jug. He began pouring the thick sticky metal liquid from the jug all over the contents of my stomach. He moved the intestines so that the metal poured under and over them and moved the organs until he had poured 10 jugs of molten pain into my stomach.

Then he let my stomach close up. The metal mixture kept burning and hurting all the time. He continued to pour the same mixture over my crushed limbs. He kept talking about what he was doing, but I was too pained to understand a word.

I don't know if it was malaria, or what, because I got so cold I was shivering. "Oh Baby, do we have an infection? Hmm, let me try..." Then he started to press and squeeze me again, the pain became so intense that I almost fainted. He wouldn't let me faint. Damon watched me carefully, making sure I felt every touch, every squeeze.

Then he took some sort of large jar of something greasy and began to brush the metal against my skin. He brushed a thick layer and the metal always solidified as it cooled. The pain was so bad and some medicine or substance wouldn't let me pass out. "Baby I think it's time to go back to the pack. What do you say? Well, since you were so eager to go to the cage, I'll return you to the cage. But Baby don't worry. There are a lot of people in the house, and a party going on. I might even join in. It feels good to get fucked up really good. Don't you think? Maybe when you get better, we'll give you a good fuck, heat too. You could get a big, hard cock in both holes at the same time. Have you ever been fucked in the ass, Baby, in a wolf form? "He knew I had, but I didn't have the energy to comment on it. I wanted to get out of here and get that fucking wet dog smell out of here again. For some reason, I didn't want to put up with it at all.

Then Damon wrapped my bruised, metal-encrusted, body in sheets tightly, so that the metal burned and hurt so hard I almost threw up. He hit me with a strong sedative as he carried me to the car. The sedative didn't take away the pain, it just paralyzed me from physically functioning. The fever was no longer malaria because, Damon had dipped me in salt water so many times, it no longer boiled.

He had broken the curses that caused the symptoms. I had screamed my throat tenderly because the salt in wounds really hurts. He wrapped me up tightly and put another strong tranquilizer drip directly into my heart. My hand was clasped to my body and I was like a mummy as Damon carried me down to the basement cage, feeling the metals already in my bloodstream, my skin, my insides.

He hid the drip bag in the shadows of the cage and covered me with a dark blanket so that if anyone wandered into the basement, they wouldn't find me right away, at least not if they were as drunk as the noise coming from upstairs suggested.