Damon came over next to me and put the first catheter deep into my abdomen and opened the valve, I felt the jelly start to flow. He inserted the next one into the other side of the tube at a slightly different point. He put four tanks to drain into my intestines and took an aluminum briefcase and loaded the implant gun. I had seen those before, but Damon had never used them on me.
He had small beads in different boxes and took five different beads. Apparently, those would become implants or those would. Either the drug would have to be really strong or those implants are there to be weak. I know there are plastic implants that are like little plastic boxes, but these. After putting them on the table, he put the briefcase on the floor.
He came over to me and started rubbing jelly all over my abdominal cavity. His hands were warm and firm. They knew what to do. I felt my muscles start to obey a little and I tried to stay still so Damon wouldn't notice. The idea was to get this jelly to stop and I had already slid my other hand much closer to the tank valve. But this massage was starting to soak up the jelly and whatever sedative he put in me earlier was already starting to wear off, I still couldn't get my rage up and out.
This would be a tight spot. In a race against time, I would have to stay conscious enough to stem the steady relentless flow of jelly and get Damon out of the game. Break his neck. Then a cold shower, as cold as I can get, and a call to either Samuel or Colin to try and keep the jelly from soaking in. Adrenaline, maybe. But I felt Damon's massage really soak up the jelly and my head started to get cloudy and my eyes started to get heavier. Damon moved my hand away from the tank. He rubbed and rubbed until I almost fell asleep. He turned my eyelid and looked and smiled with satisfaction.
Damon was pleased with the way Mimi was feeling at the moment. He knew exactly how quickly Mimi would get her muscles under control, after all, he was an anesthesiologist and knew his medicine and knew Mimi. He watched as he calmly loaded his new toy implant gun while Mimi dragged her other hand close to one of the tanks.
Then he went to rub Mimi's abdominal cavity, mixing different jellies, and warming up, and he watched as Mimi's level of consciousness slowly dropped. He didn't want to put her to sleep yet and she would come out of it a little more refreshed. Damon checked the tanks. They were all about to run out. He carefully spread the jelly all over and Mimi's stomach was clearly distended when the tanks were empty.
Mimi was also more refreshed. "Well Baby, now all the jelly is where it should be but let's put some more medicine in. Now I'm going to turn you over on your stomach first. And then I'll shoot one implant into each kidney, a sedative of course. And then I'll lay you back on your back and I'll put in your liver, pancreas, spleen, and heart also their own sedation implants, each implant is a different drug and I'll trigger them all once I've got them in place. After that, we're ready to go."
I was a little more awake, not quite asleep, when he started to turn me over on my stomach the jelly he had already rubbed into effect was still on, but he had known exactly how long and how much to rub. Now he picked me up and turned me over on my stomach. He was doing something. He went to the bag to get it when I heard the sound of a zipper and then he came to examine my back. Apparently with an ultrasound machine because I felt cold jelly on my skin and a probe as he located my kidneys and shot the implants into place.
Again he was doing something now with my cabinets and then came to lift me up and turned me on my back on the other side of the bed. There was now some kind of cloth or sheet under my back. He again used the ultrasound to find my pancreas and spleen and emotionlessly shot the implants into them. Liver he didn't need to ultrasound, he found it. Then he shot another one in the heart.
He put the implant gun away. Stood by the bed and took some kind of controller and pushed five buttons. Activating the implants didn't feel like anything. The jelly was slowly absorbed and kept me steadily sedated. I couldn't get my rage out. After Damon had packed all his bags with precision and efficiency.
He came over to the side of my bed and grabbed some fabric from the bed. Oh, what was under me? Some kind of support belt. Extended from under my breasts down to my hips and he fastened it with Velcro straps tightly. The belt was some kind of neoprene or something and it wasn't long before I felt it start to warm the jelly inside me. The sedative or drugs started to come on more and more effectively and more and more. I was more and more sedated. Once Damon got the belt adjusted and put me in one of my velour suits. I could sit up but barely. He put Crocs on me. He took his bag over one shoulder and helped me stand, wrapping his arm around my waist and holding me upright.
We went to the car. I was quite sedated and couldn't stand up anymore. Damon helped me into the back seat and put my seatbelt on then, he looked into my eyes. "Not much longer Baby, you're going to pass out. You're pretty medicated already. But we have a drive and a flight so you should be pretty sedated. And then let the lesson begin. Let's see what you've learned after this session. "Oddly enough, I didn't smell normal wet dogs, I smelled passionfruit. Damon got in the front seat and started driving. And as he said, my consciousness blurred even further before shutting down completely.
Damon drove to the airport while thinking. He already knew roughly what to do with Mimi and why. He also knew where. He was so furious about the whole Charles thing that he could feel his huge uncontrollable rage boiling and bubbling. Oddly enough, the volcano inside him didn't. It was the same as it had always been. It seemed to be waiting, watching, even enjoying, as Damon drugged Mimi.
The Volcano was somehow amused by it. He got to the airport and carried his deeply unconscious wife and her bag onto the plane. He put Mimi on the couch and took from the bag one 5-liter bag of still sedative jelly. He lifted Mimi's shirt and opened the heat belt. It had done its job and Mimi's stomach had dropped. The jelly had been absorbed and the implants were working. But Damon knew his wife.
The 18-hour flight was a long one, though, and it was important that Mimi was sedated, unconscious the whole time. So he inserted a cannula deep into Mimi's abdominal cavity and let the jelly start to slowly drain. he would watch Mimi's level of consciousness closely the whole time. For some reason, the volcano inside him was now bored out. It didn't feel that kind of concern for Mimi. Mimi was harmless from it.
The flight went off without a hitch. Damon was careful to keep Mimi unconscious and sedated. He carried Mimi to the car and drove off. The abandoned hospital was a 4-hour drive away and he had infused Mimi with another 5 litres of jelly just before landing and put the heat belt back on. This would ensure a smooth drive and that most of the jelly would be absorbed by the time they got there. So that he would have time to set things right and tie Mimi up properly.
He had put Mimosa and Mirella carefully and deeply to sleep. The medicine would keep Mimosa and Mirella asleep for months. Finally, he arrived and carried Mimi inside. First Mimi had to be tied up and properly restrained then he could put the equipment and instruments in place. Then it didn't matter if Mimi started to wake up. Then the lesson would begin.
He would carry Mimi to the bed he had brought in earlier. He had several of these places, but this one he had designed himself, not Volcano. Damon smiled to himself. Other people have a voice of conscience in their head, I pretty much have the opposite. Bran had explained to Damon that because this was so old, such tendencies existed.
Even him, he's got a rage so great he could shred entire villages or towns, he's got it under control. Just like Damon. But sometimes, these sessions help Damon according to Bran because Damon is a vampire. And it's just those vampire instincts and past experiences that Damon needs to be able to hurt. And Mimi is the perfect target because Mimi always heals, can't die, is a challenge. That's not to say Damon didn't regret every single session he'd ever done with Mimi. No, no.
Yes, he did repent and apologize and help make Mimi better every time. He just couldn't help himself. but this would be a teaching session. Just like the one where he tried and succeeded in programming Mimi not to kill demons before Mimi blew the programming away. But this, this would be a lesson that Mimi would know for a while.
Now Mimi was properly spiked on her legs and arms and two belts one on Mimi's hips and the other on her chest would make sure Mimi didn't get anywhere. He had also stripped his wife naked already. It would be easier to operate when the clothes were out of the way.
I woke up, or rather came to, and began to feel my surroundings without opening my eyes or changing anything about myself. Cold, that is, I was naked. The last vestiges of the jelly were still in my head, but my head was clearing by the minute. Distant voices, Damon bustling in the distance because I couldn't smell him very close. I'm in spiked grips with some belts still attached. Well, I'm not getting out of this easily. My rage, I can't get it yet, some psychiatric drug must be blocking it.
"Good morning, Baby you're awake excellent. Let's get started. Now this is a lesson. How do I feel about you starting a relationship with someone else? You know me. You know how possessive I am. How jealous. But now Baby, now after this you know how far I'm willing to go to teach you that you belong to me not to others. I hope you learn something. This place is a torture institution, I designed it myself and I wasn't bringing you here, but as you see here you are And I hope Charles learns to keep his hands off other people's property, not that he wants anything to do with you after this. I can guarantee you that, Baby. "
Passionfruit again. Interesting. Damon brought some kind of device to the bedside. He locked the brakes on it and began adjusting the many stems and levers and checking the tanks on the machine.
"This device, Baby, will weaken your bones. That's right your bones. It drills tiny thin holes in them and fills them with a bone-soaking enzyme, which is going into your limbs during this treatment. Ribs and sternum, well think of this as a very sophisticated cheese grater. It's going to slice your bones down to a tenth of a millimeter over and over again. It takes a while before you even feel the damage. This will plane flat bones, ribs, sternum, hip bones even shoulder blades.
Watch me lift you like this on a rack like the one I installed under you earlier. So the device can reach your back. The vertebrae of your back get the same treatment as your legs. This treatment lasts three hours and is repeated every day. We'll see how many days it takes before the damage becomes permanent. This causes quite a lot of trauma, so your healing powers will have to work hard, and it's quite cool here, so you'll also have to expend your energy to keep your body temperature up. Weakening, Baby. Okay, let's start with your vocal cords are down so..."
Damon's voice was matter-of-fact and explanatory, almost instructive. Not the same kind of ranting that you usually hear in a shed. And this method. So designed so coldly designed to undermine. Not to destroy as usual, but as if Damon wanted to take away my strength, my fitness, my health, but to do it slowly, methodically.
Damon looked at me coldly, not with a meaty look, but coldly and turned on the device. It was an incredibly painful three hours. My bones hurt with enzyme burns and aches but the worst was the planing. You could feel it. Ribs, shoulder blades, hips. Like my bones were being poured on fire.
I was wet with sweat and shaking for another three hours when Damon came to take the machine away. After a moment he pushed the next device. "Next, the muscles. This injects into your muscles a substance that no soaks the myosin which is one of the building blocks of muscle. Without myosin, there is no muscle. Once again how long can you repair before your muscles start to become a soft mass? This applies to all muscles but not internal organs. Mostly skeletal muscles, but all over the place. This takes four hours and is also repeated every day."
And he turned the machine on. He sat and watched from time to time, and went off to do something he remembered. Tens of thousands of needles pierced my muscles again and again, always injecting something almost like acid. What burned and hurt made me sweat again and shake with pain. Four hours. I could feel my muscles beginning to recover and repair, but I had felt all the time how fast the substance was taking my muscles. One day I wouldn't get better.
But now I tried to conserve my strength and see what Damon would do next. He brought another new machine. "This device Mimi. This will now treat your organs. Every organ. "Damon came and twisted my jaw apart and inserted a flat plastic tube into my mouth. He put the clip up my nose so that I had to breathe through the tube. Then he made sure I didn't spit the tube out of my mouth by putting on me a little bit of the same kind of protection they put on intubated patients in the hospital, except this one was latex.
The tube came through the hole and the latex surrounded the tube tightly Damon attached the latex shield to the back of my neck tightly. It was like having a latex tube pulled over my face with a little hole for the tube so that the tube just fit through and the whole thing glued the tube to my mouth so that I couldn't really get air from anywhere but the tube. Damon brought a big container closer and took a hose from it. He put a piece on the end of the hose that allowed him to attach the hose to the tube that was in my mouth. Now I had to breathe what was in that tank. Except I wasn't breathing.
Damon looked at me for a moment and said "You'll be breathing soon Baby. This device will now take care of your organs. So this is going to cut a little bit out of your organs every now and then. A little bit at a time this will cut your organs, it's about one part per thousand that it will cut once a second. Well a thousand seconds, no more organ. Again, consuming your healing ability, your strength, your fitness. A good fifteen minutes and the organ is cut out. This machine can stay with you for 5 hours. That's a lot of organs for you to grow. 4 organs an hour, 5 hours. 20 organs, you know how exhausting it is when the amplification enzyme comes on. Don't worry. I've stopped it. After this, there are still new toys. You will learn, Mimi, and learn well, but first. This is a muscle stimulant, it makes the muscle contract I'm going to inject this into your diaphragm, so you'll start breathing you'll also get a bit of this into your rib cage so your breathing will be adequate, see I'm not going to let that machine chop up your lungs, no no you'll breathe whatever it is in these tanks and believe me there are plenty of tanks."
Then Damon always took one syringe and injected them into my ribs first and I felt my ribs start to move and whatever was in the tank started to invade my lungs. There was a valve in the tube that I could breathe out through, but the more stimulant Damon injected the deeper and harder I breathed. "Well, that's good. Those tanks have dust, debris, medical waste, everything you can find on a hospital floor now, even some exhaust. It's good for the lungs, but now it's your organ's turn."
Damon turned on the next machine and I felt every organ in my body being mutilated over and over again I couldn't help it and my lungs were burning and coughing and the lights in my eyes were flickering. After five hours I couldn't even shake anymore. Damon removed the device and the vinyl cover and took the tube out of my mouth.
I coughed weakly. I felt like my whole chest was on fire. The stimulant started to wear off and my breathing was no longer so painfully forced. Damon now lowered me to the bed so that the rack was under me. "Next treatment, Baby. Now I get to experience some new surgical bots. These I'll put inside you. 15 of them and I've programmed every lymph node to be destroyed and the lymphatic vessels as well. Now we're gonna put a little bit of your immune system down.
Oh Baby, I know it would be so easy to get it down with metals but this is a lesson. This will last another five hours and then it's on to the nervous system. And then finally the blood and we'll start again from the beginning for as long as you can take it. And when you're done, I promise to deliver you to Charles he'll get you fixed up this time. And oh boy. There's a lot of fixing up to be done in you. But now the lymph nodes are out. "
Damon opened my stomach with a single incision up to my abdominal cavity and dropped 15 metal balls into it. Then he activated them and I felt the balls go off in different directions.
Arrows of pain struck every part of my body as surgical robots mercilessly destroyed my lymph nodes and lymph vessels over and over again. Finally, the balls stopped somewhere inside me. "Baby, those balls are resting now before it's their time again. Now the nervous system. This device well it will stimulate and overstimulate your nerves. From the central nervous system, or spinal cord. All these little needles know how to find a nerve and irritate it, slowly destroy it, but very slowly, and especially these ones know how to watch out for pain nerves, well the motor nerves are their delicacy, so Baby, I'm not taking away your sense of pain, not just your ability to move, but again slowly. You're still going to heal for a while, well let's get started. "
The pain that resulted was mind-blowing. I had no voice but that didn't stop me from trying to scream. 6 hours, the devil kept me on the machine for 6 hours. Then, thankfully, it stopped. Damon now brought something that resembled dialysis or a heart-lung machine.
"Then it's your blood turn. This machine separates from your blood first platelets, then white cells, then nutrients, red cells, and water. It has its own cycle. You'll always have time to replace at least some of what it takes. I'll give you something. Boosters. To make white blood cells, to make platelets, to make red blood cells. I'm using up your resources again. You can't make infinite cells either, but I don't want this to end prematurely, no, no, you must endure."
Damon gave several injections directly into my vein before attaching tubes and cannulas to my carotid artery and jugular vein and turning on the machine. This didn't hurt this just made me tired, out of breath, and had an arrhythmia almost on top of me. 6 hours on this one too. Damon collected the full bags. And packed them carefully in a bag.