When I arrived at the party venue, I went to meet people and talk to some people I already knew. I'm a trauma surgeon myself, so there were colleagues from every hospital I knew. It was getting close to twelve, and we moved into the opening ceremony area.

There, I gave a short speech about our hospital and its new wing, where new drugs and treatments for humans and supernaturals alike would be researched. After the opening ceremony and a tour of the wing, the socializing phase began.

I was very surprised when Damon came up to me wrapped his arms around me and said in a cruel, low voice.

"Easy, Mimi, easy now, and nothing will happen to Mimosa."

I was confused, I looked at Damon and asked,

" What do you mean?"

Damon steered me aside and showed me the monitor in his hand. " Look closely, Baby,"

He said, " See that monitor on the table? You can see this is a live stream. Those bags have silver and herbs in them. Mimosa is just sedated, but if you start playing tricks ..."

Then he took out the remote control and pressed the button. I watched the silvery metal trickle down the drip tube into the wolf, whose back arched in pain and who whimpered.

"Now you be a good girl and do exactly as I say. If you try to tell anyone or warn anyone, I'll press the button. Mimo can take it in maybe eight doses, or well only 7 so you better behave. Now shut up and behave. We're going to the toilet for a minute."

I was shocked. Weren't these Damien's tricks? What on earth is Damon up to? I didn't dare do anything but obey and go to the toilet calmly. Damon closed the door with magic so no one could get in.

He turned around and looked coldly at me, looking like a fucking piece of meat. Cold shivers went down my spine, and I knew this was it. Damon pushed me against the wall and lifted the hem of my dress up.

" Keep it up Mimi," he said in a dangerously determined voice.

He lifted my dress so high my belly was bare. I kept my skirt up. And I waited. He took from his breast pocket first some kind of roll, looked at me coldly, and said.

"This will be felt then."

He took out one of the syringes and stuck it straight into my heart, waited a moment, and cut my hand with his fingernail, and the wound didn't heal.

"Good, cobalt baby, in a new form," he said.

Then he pressed the roller against my stomach, pushed the button, and the roller came up with blades that sliced my stomach. Not deep, but stinging. Some of the skin was sliced open all the way to the underlying tissue, while some of the wounds were mostly stinging scratches.

Damon worked from under the ribs all the way down to the lower abdomen, until the whole stomach was covered in slashes. The wounds were not deep. But they would do the job. He was going to put something on them so it would absorb faster than just skin, but still, they felt and burned, stung.

Damon felt the wounds and noticed when I winced. He smiled cruelly. The next thing Damon pulled from his breast pocket was a flat sheet and some tubes. He opened the sheet, and I noticed it was a bandage of some kind. He tied me up with energy grips so I couldn't struggle or even move.

Then he took an implant gun out of his pocket, pressed it into the middle of my stomach, and fired. I felt the needle of the gun pierce the wall of my stomach and embed the implant in my insides.

He then put the gun in his pocket and partially attached the bandage to my chest's intact skin. He began to fill my ruptured stomach with jelly, which he squeezed from the tubes. I began to feel fuzzy quickly. Soon I was staggering, and he grunted and tied new shackles so I wouldn't fall over.

He stuffed jelly all over and handled my whole back in the same way, carefully checking that the bandage stayed on and that all the jelly was in contact with my broken skin tightly.

He then helped my hem down and checked that the dressing was not showing outwards. At that point, I cursed my dress choice harshly because with a tighter dress that would not have worked.

Then he grabbed my head and stuck a long needle under my ear into my brain, and I knew that there went my rage, my alpha power, and my willpower. He injected my brain several times, always coldly telling me which one he was now taking out.

"You've probably noticed by now, Mimi, that your stomach and back are full of the sedative jelly, the strong kind. You can feel it being absorbed all the time. I also shot an anesthetic implant into your gut and you know how bad you feel from the anesthetic. You'd better behave yourself as you observed. Your rage, even your alpha power, is out of play. And these drugs, baby, don't work on willpower. This is now the warning. The action will then be on Mimosa. You should also remember Mimosa if you're thinking of breaking the bandage or running away. I can guarantee that no one here at the gala will detect that there is anything wrong with you." He looked at me coldly. "Or if they do, you know who will pay." He added ominously.

Then we left the toilet.

We were walking through the crowd of guests calmly, I was on the verge of losing my balance, but I steeled myself when he kept showing me the monitor. I still found that alcohol increases the sedative effect and my not-so-sweet husband made sure I sipped champagne every now and then.

I slowly began to get used to my condition, and apparently, my body decided to go about the business of breaking down the drug.

Suddenly, he said, "Open your mouth."

I opened my mouth, and he put a piece of candy in there.

"Suck it in slowly if you don't want to pass out right away," his silky voice said.

"Did you think I wouldn't notice, Baby, that you freshened up a bit?"

The rest of the time, I was completely medicated. He kept rubbing my stomach almost the whole time and talking in my head. He gave a couple of flank rubs for the show when Adam, Charles, or Mariella looked, so they thought my staggering was just from the flank rubs.

He made the implant slowly ooze, which kept me firmly sedated. We went to the toilet two more times for him to put more jelly in. He fed me sedative sweets at a steady pace and made sure I had alcohol in my system at all times. I was completely helpless and totally at Damon's mercy.

No one in our pack, not even Mariella, paid any attention to us. Not after Damon gave his little flank show. Mariella was too busy, though, as she had to have a chat with everyone. At 6 p.m., Damon fully activated the implant in my stomach. The party would end at seven, and he began to drink me more frequently, more and stronger drinks as the clock approached seven.

As the last of the guests began to pack into their cars, Damon directed me to his own car. He opened the trunk and lifted me into it. Then he took off my dress and left me in my underwear. He now added strong black jelly after first scraping my stomach even more open with the roller.

Then he handled my back with the same roller, and I got my back, which was well torn, full of jelly too. Then he told me to swallow five sweets without sucking them. He checked my mouth to make sure the sweets had been swallowed and taped my mouth shut.

Looked at me for a while, pressed the implant three times, and when he was satisfied that I was really helpless, he slammed the door shut, got in the front, and drove off without saying a word. He didn't even tie me up in any way because he didn't have to. I didn't even have time to notice when we left the yard when my consciousness completely shut down.

Damon took a deep sigh, reached into his lap for an asthma tube, and took three sprays. This was harder than he had ever imagined. It wasn't the medication or the drugging that was the problem, but the confusion and panic coming through their bonds.

He had tried to remember Mimi's little road trip, but their true soulmate bond had strengthened again somewhere along the way to the point of this being difficult. Plus, his protector instincts were threatening to surface but the inhaler helped, and soon his mind cleared, and he steeled himself to have a shed session and enjoy it and show Mimi the pleasure of it.

Damon drove the car to the airport, where his private plane was waiting. The pilot was trustworthy because the pilot was human, and it would be easy to make him forget everything.

Damon stopped the car and opened the back door. Mimi was still unconscious, good. He pinched Mimi hard, and she didn't react in any way. He took the tape off the front of Mimi's mouth. If Mimi had hidden some candy, it would have melted in her mouth and been absorbed.

He even poked her in the eye to make sure she wasn't faking and trying to escape. Her pupils were small, and her eyes moved from side to side. Eventually, he was satisfied with Mimi's condition, and he gathered her in his arms and carried her onto the plane.

He put Mimi in one of the seats and tied her wrists with silver cuffs. If Mimi woke up, she could not get out of the chair. Damon also paralyzed Mimi's vocal cords, gave her an anti-hibernation shot, and placed four electrodes in her head directly into her brain to prevent her from contacting the pack. Once the electrodes were in place, Damon sighed. They also blocked the protector instinct pretty well, which would help a lot.

He didn't teleport because Mariella would detect it. They had agreed on how this would go. Damon just wasn't equipped for every fucking feeling he felt. Why did this have to be so fucking hard? The flight went off without a hitch.

Mimi remained unconscious for the entire 8-hour flight, just as he had planned. It wasn't until he carried her to the car from the plane that his wife began to show signs of waking up. Damon tied Mimi up with silver handcuffs for the drive.

When he saw her moving in the rearview mirror, he said coldly, "Mimosa hasn't been found yet, so you'd better behave."

I woke up to someone carrying me, my nose told me it was Damon, but then I started to remember the whole fucking day and knew my problem wasn't over yet.

When he slammed me into the back of the car in my underwear and tied my hands together with silver handcuffs that burned really badly, I knew the worst was yet to come. I didn't know why he was doing this now.

I was too drugged to think rationally and just tried to stay still. On the drive, I tried to change my position a little more comfortably, so the Arctic voice of Salvatore made me stay still.

The car was driving along some unpaved road because I knew every bounce and bump. There was still a bandage on my stomach and back; judging by the tingling sensation, more jelly had been put there at some point. Eventually, the car stopped, and Damon got out. I waited in the car for what seemed like an eternity until he came and lifted me up on his shoulder and carried me inside. To the shed, and he took me inside. I couldn't believe my eyes.