Sometimes I was conscious and sometimes I wasn't. Damon would stop somewhere in between to eat and go and give me a shot in the arm and then nothing. When I finally started to come to a little more I realized a lot of things at once.

I'm cold, I can't breathe properly, it hurts everywhere. I was feeling generally weak, my stomach was hurting. Oh, the symptoms. Let's start thinking about what could be. Cold, ahaa malaria it's an enduring favorite and a fucking disease. I can't breathe. Lung cancer but I don't cough up phlegm. Probably COPD. I've had that in the past too. Rheumatoid arthritis is the pain I recognized. Stomach pain... some chronic stomach disease, Crohn's, or something. I looked at my skin and there were clear bruises, which I recognized.

At least I'm a doctor. Leukemia. Oh, how wonderful. The squeezing chest pain was probably coronary artery disease. I tried to sit up. My stomach wasn't so full anymore and I didn't even feel the effects of the jelly. I was in one of the guest rooms downstairs, apparently.

Damon walked into the room. "'Morning, baby. Feeling good? The symptoms, the symptoms, but don't worry. look I'm not doing this exactly as Bran planned. The symptoms will stop, in the days I put them on just for the sight and they'll make you a little weak. Once again you haven't been taking care of yourself but that's okay. I'll get you through six weeks. Your heat is on pause, but when it will return, I don't know. It could be that your body still won't be in the heat after these 6-8 weeks. But we'll see. Come on, let's take a walk. "

Damon walked me around the house. Watching to see how much I could do. Then he took me to the kitchen to eat, but I couldn't eat much because of Crohn's. And then another walk. When I tried to talk, he paralyzed my vocal cords, but not by force. After three days the symptoms started to ease. " Now baby, now we're getting down to business. Now I'm going to treat you properly in the shed and then we'll see what happens after that. "

I tried to get away but the symptoms had lessened not gone away and Damon caught me easily. He turned me towards him and held my neck. He broke my neck vertebrae and held my neck for a moment so I knew. Then he released his grip and the darkness came.

I woke up already tied to some device. What a hurry this boy is in, I thought. Damon walked over to me and said "You probably have a perfectly good explanation for why you're in such a damn bad way, but guess what, I don't care. And I'm not going to give you the chance to tell me. And you probably can't tell Bran anything either. You see as you know Bran is very heat oriented and if you were to get heat right now he wouldn't care either. But let's begin. Full body stabber, herb concentrate, some metals too." Then he turned on the device.

Thousands of blades pierced my body in different directions, releasing herb concentrate that burned like battery acid. The blades struck in different places from neck to toe. The herbs burned, the pain was hot white-hot, tearing, slashing. No sound came because my voice box was held tightly paralyzed. The machine treat me for what seemed like an eternity. Then it shut down. Thousands of blades partially sunk into me.

Damon came in to remove the lid and the blades ripped out of me. He smiled in satisfaction. He lifted me out of the machine and dragged me to some sort of frame. He tied my arms up at my sides and my legs down as well. Then he turned the frame horizontally and put it on top.

The frame started to rotate. Round and round sideways faster and faster. My stomach turned upside down and I felt myself vomiting every now and then centrifugal force or something seemed to be about to bruise every organ in my body and the spinning just accelerated. Eventually, I lost consciousness. When I woke up the machine had stopped again. Damon noticed I was awake and turned it back on. Many times.

Next was the shredder, I was tied to the table, front first. From the neck down a plate was lowered over me, my hands were tied next to my torso so they too remained under the plate. The plate was heavy. And Damon put it on top. Hundreds of tiny blades of the circular saw began to slice into my body from all sides, each one cutting deeper than the next and always changing places, every 10 minutes a fine mist would spray from the plate all over my body and the blades would continue.

After an hour I was no longer healing. The device was on my upper torso for 12 hours, after which Damon turned me over and it was back to back for 12 hours. I was mutilated, literally. After that, he put me in some jelly for 10 hours, which hurt so bad I couldn't stand to be conscious at all. Then another new machine seemed to tear my joints out of place. He kept injecting them with something, metal I think, and going on and on, pulling and twisting from the fingers up.

My whole body ached, pain throbbed all over and after several weeks of treatment, I felt the heat begin to awaken. Damon made the whole thing amusing "Look at you baby, weighing less than 30 kilos maybe 27-28 and yet you smell really heat. Really strong. I'll wait another day. Your heat isn't on yet. But the day after I deliver you to Bran, he really can't help himself. You're gonna get your ass kicked, girl. And maybe that heat will last. Think about it baby, 6 weeks of a decent shed, otherwise all in the house if I may say, then maybe an 8-week heat. Oh, you'll be fine after that. What are we gonna do then, baby? "

I thought, "What the fuck's the beef with this job? I was in really bad shape. Skeletally skinny, weak, metalized up to my eyeballs, and in heat. Oh, fuck my luck. Everywhere ached and hurt, all the damage was far from healed, Damon healed all the wounds with his own blood but only superficially. Then he called Bran, who told him to deliver me to the Montana cage.

I didn't even need to be medicated, I couldn't do anything. Damon called Bran on the way " We're on our way, Baby took a bit of an injury, she's a bit skinny and weak but she's as in heat as can be, " Bran smiled now the little bitch is learning and learning well.

He said to Damon. "leave Mimi in the cage there's a mattress, I'll look after her gently, don't worry. you've actually got a job in Spain. My old friend Asil, it's time to call it a day. I was too lenient in my day when Asil came asking me to kill him and I didn't, so if you could, it's not an easy job but I think you'll get the job done. "

Damon growled in response. They arrived at their destination. Damon carried Mimi, still wearing her wrap-around dress, to the basement cage and lay down on the mattress. "Enjoy your rush baby, sorry I have a much more important job to do than fucking for a week at war."

I lay on the mattress, completely powerless. Well if Bran would at least fill up. Damon had been in the shed making sure my palate's feeding gland wasn't okay and had burnt everything off just in case. Bran came into the cellar. He stopped at the doorway and sniffed long and hard.

He drew my scent deep into him to get himself already. "Now little girl, you're going to get laid and lots of it. Guess what. I'm having another alpha party, there will be a few betas there, but when they smell you... you know what else. Your curses are unleashed, I can smell how fertile you are, every egg in your uterus, everything. Now little girl, now you're learning. What happens when you go out in the heat without permission? "

Bran scooped me out of the cage and carried me into the living room. Another rack. He tied me to the rack again and put a blanket over me so no one could see how skinny I was. All they can smell is my heat pussy. Bran fucked me on my heat himself first. It hurt because he wasn't gentle.

After an hour the alphas started coming and the talk was already very intense, as they really soaked up my smell. A few other women came in, they were more aroused. The fucking began. Man after man. And then the wolves started coming.

I split up a lot of times, but it didn't matter. The women were also tied to their own racks and they came and screamed with excitement, I didn't. The heat ended in a week and I knew what that meant.

I was in a cage. 4 days later the bleeding started and lasted a week. Bran cleaned everything up to his satisfaction though, he didn't even mind the smell. Then by some miracle, Bran got me a new uterus and a new heat.

The same thing happened again. The alphas hadn't gone anywhere. Another week and another miscarriage. This happened five times in total. Then I stopped making uteruses. Bran sent me to a house in Utah to be by myself. And to try to remember to obey orders next time.

Now I was finished, as finished as I could be. The only consolation was that Mimosa was loose and Mimosa knew nothing about any of these events. Nor would he. I wouldn't tell anyone. I was tired of being raped. I was beginning to hate Bran. Really hated him.

Luckily, I had a phone, so I called a couple of fleas to help me out at first. Just the bare necessities. I had to be strong. A leader is invincible. What would it look like if their fearless flea was slumped on the ground unable to do anything? My legend was that I was invincible. Nobody could beat me.

So I took out my rage. I dressed smartly and I was in charge. I didn't want to be. But I had no choice. Damon was still in Spain. Adam and Charles and Colin were in Ireland. Samuel was in the clinics, and I didn't want Bran. Magnum was on gigs. I just had to fend for myself.

I would have liked Damon to find me, to put me right, to take care of me. But you don't always get everything you want. And I won't admit to anyone how weak I was. I congratulated myself for every 5 kilos. First I got myself to 22 kilos, then 27 kilos to 32 kilos. It took work and time but I did get myself in some shape. It was another good lesson for the future, that I can do it myself. I would have wanted silver clips in my uterus so I wouldn't grow another one but that would have raised too many questions I didn't want to answer.