Damon had a shed. There were several, probably ten different devices, rib-crushing belts hanging on the wall and stabbers stacked against one wall. There were cupboards full of bottles and cans, even a gas tank, and three different CPAP mask devices.
My slow brain took in all the gruesome details, and the horror began to build up inside me. Damon first placed me in some kind of chair, and he unlocked the shackles, broke my wrist, and tied it to the chair with some kind of spiked shackle. Then he tightened the shackle so tight that my broken bones just crunched. He did the same to the other wrist. He also tied me by the neck and casually cannulated my subclavian artery.
He crushed my ankles with sheer force and tied them in the same crunching shackle as my wrists. Finally, he peeled the bandage off my stomach. And from my back. He crouched beside me and brushed my bloody stomach skin.
" Hmm. This is going to be so much fun, Baby,"
He said,
" You see, Damien is my twin brother. We were identical, apparently also in hobbies. I never realized before how enjoyable this is, controlling you so that your fate is in my hands. And as you know, Baby, I'm not so terribly patient."
He continued velvety. "Damien, well, he can play with you, even for six or seven months, I can't. Mmh hhm, anyway Baby, same result...I was looking back in the past on the way over here and studied quite a few of my brother's tricks, but I have my own."
Then he stood up and looked at me like a piece of meat. "Let's get started then."
He walked over to the table and pressed a couple of buttons. The back of the chair started to tilt, and soon I was horizontal. From the ceiling, some sort of plate started to descend with nasty-looking blades and spikes attached.
When the disc was low enough, it stopped for a moment. Meanwhile, Damon had taken some containers from the cupboard which he attached to the hoses, and then he always opened the tap of the container as if silver started to flow into the hose.
Somewhere on the blade, herbs were coming out because I could smell them clearly. More metal came from what he was installing. The liquid metal burned my skin as it dripped off the blades onto me.
Eventually, Damon was satisfied and stood up. He went around the device, pushed the buttons on the side of the device, and finally smiled.
" Hmph, that must work, Baby. Let me know how it feels. I can guarantee you it does. See if this is our new relationship. I'm picking up where Damien left off. This is actually like coming home. And baby, I'm so much stronger than Damien is now, an energy being, a wizard. You couldn't get away from me, not even if you tried. I wonder how many times I'm actually going to kill you? When I'm so damn impatient. "
I was terrified. He was enjoying the shed sessions and threatening to do them. And now he says it's like coming home. I didn't need the fear and terror now. I already had that in me.
He rounded the table, pulled the board even lower, and turned the sides of the board inwards so that they folded with the hinges, trapping me inside the board like a tube. He pressed a button, and all the blades retracted inside.
Then, he pressed the plate tightly against me so that my belly and sides were completely attached to the plate. I had seen the blades and knew how long they were. One edge of the plate still came up against my back. It was like being in a tanning bed but in a tanning bed from hell.
Then he went over to the table and pushed the button. I felt the blades pierce my skin in many places, pouring scalding hot metal or herbal sludge into me, turning and twisting and continuing to spray my legs and arms were still free, and Damon was wandering around the table listing the herbs the device would feed into me and what they would actually do to me.
"This is 1000 times worse than Damien ever did," I thought, and I knew Damon knew my body, weaknesses, and strengths too well.
I had no doubt when Damon said coldly in my ear,
" You won't last a month with me, Baby, because I actually know what I'm doing. You see, with Damien, it was an experiment, as many hits as it was misses. I can guarantee you, Baby, that I don't have a single miss. And I'll enjoy every moment of it you'll see and remember always and forever, baby."
It felt like forever as the machine relentlessly pushed metals and herbs into me. The pain tore me apart, and I couldn't heal. The pain was bludgeoning, cutting, bruising, tearing, burning, shredding, and destroying. Then, the tanks were empty, and the machine stopped. Damon briskly unplugged the device and let the blades rip out of me.
He went into the other room, opened the cupboards, and turned something on because there was a humming noise. Then he came and unhooked me.
He said, "Remember, I haven't checked to see if Mimosa has been found yet."
And then he pressed the remote. I hoped with all my heart that my wolf had already been found.
He lifted me up, pushed a tube into my stomach, and opened the valve. I could feel the herbs and metals still pouring inside me. My stomach was bulging considerably and was very tender to the touch. Damon next pushed the tube further under my stomach skin until it was completely taut, and it was jolting and squeezing as the herbs and metals were destroying my tissues.
" Look, baby, I'm not wasting tranquilizer jelly on you. I'm wreaking havoc all the time. Remember that teaching session? That was me, baby. But this is a kinda lesson for you, too. You see, baby, this is me showing you my true self. I am an old, strong creature, and I like to do this to you, as you can´t really die. But you can suffer, and I love to see you in pain and suffering."
Damon dragged me into one of the chairs for a moment to sit so that my stomach was against the chair. Leaning against the chair, the seat was mostly at my chin level, and he came in front of me, grabbed my lower jaw, opened my mouth, and put some kind of spreader between my teeth.
He showed me on the monitor how Mimosa had not yet been found and how the silver he had just given her made her convulse. Then he took an intubation tube and embedded it deep in my throat, stuffing the balloon at the tip so I couldn't tear it out.
The intubation tube was thick, and it hurt and would interfere with my breathing. I didn't even have the strength to lift my arms. I was in too much pain and powerless. He put the plate in front of my stomach so that my stomach was already pressed against it.
Then Damon removed the mouthpiece, took hold of my lower jaw while holding it open, and dislocated my jaw so I couldn't bite the tube. He removed one of the crosspieces from the back of the chair, and it swung sideways on its hinge. He tied my hand to it and repeated the same on the other side.
Then, he cannulated both forearms. The left one he attached to some kind of machine that started to pull my blood. On the right, he attached an IV line. Next, he tilted the chair horizontally so that I started to sink down on my stomach, and it hurt because my stomach and abdominal cavity had just been stuffed full of metals, poisons, and herbs.
He lifted my legs up and tied them to their own tubes. Panic struck. I watched as the chair tilted fully to the floor to the waiting CPAP machine. I tried to struggle away, and Damon smiled in satisfaction. He attached the intubation tube to the device and pressed the mask to my face tightly, tying it tightly shut.
He used a hot air blower and sealed the mask to my face. Then I felt him start to pull something down from the ceiling again, and I felt the cold, heavy metal touch my calf. He put my feet into some kind of boots, and then he proceeded to put some kind of metal piston down my leg. He did the same with my arms, and my hands were in some kind of holsters.
He put an along my spine; there was a blade on each vertebra, and there was pressure on my ribs. Damon put as many of these metal plates or pins in my bones as he could. In addition, the underside of the chair was solid, and he flattened me, tight against it, so that my whole stomach was on fire.
He stuck a needle in my diaphragm and said,
" That'll keep you breathing, although that little machine will help. This thing is pretty crushing, and that little dialysis I put in will make sure you feel everything. It'll take all the endorphins out of your blood for all the relief, and that drip, well, that'll increase the sensation. Enjoy Baby."
Damon's voice was cold and emotionless, but it had an uninhibited pleasure.
I hadn't more time to think about it than he turned on all the equipment. Every metal plate and every pin started banging on the bones hard at different speeds.
My hands and feet were under pressure as the housings my hands were in began to compress, and likewise, the boots on my feet began to crush my bones mercilessly. The CPAP mask was pushing my lungs full through the intubation tube, and I couldn't breathe out. It felt like my lungs were going to explode.
The mask was pushing anything but air into my lungs. I didn't know where it hurt the most. The slow crushing of my bones or the way I felt my backbone start to break or the way my shinbone was crushed, my thighbone started to crack, my ribs, my hips, my shoulder bones, my fingers, or the relentless pressure all this crushing and pounding was causing in my stomach, how I felt the burning, destructive effects of the metals and herbs.
The crushing always ended as if there was nothing left to crush. There was only mush that was hurting and aching.
"Now, Mimi, your spine is crushed, but I always change to a smaller crusher here, which crushes it even finer. As you can see, I change these blades all the time. Your bones are quite nicely crushed, at least some of the time, but then there's a little thing of my own you'll find. I got the inspiration for it from that one of your medical experiments back in the day."
Damon spoke calmly and coolly the whole time, explaining how each bone breaks or the condition of my lungs.
He said," I can do this, the way that no nerve dies. I can make this feel. It wouldn't do you any good if you couldn't feel it. And since you don't need nerves, I just have to ensure the tissue doesn't die too much."
He untied my boots from my feet and freed me from the device.
Every movement hurt—more and more. My life was becoming nothing but pain, but the drug he had infused into me was obviously some kind of stimulant because I knew I wasn't going to lose consciousness right away.
He finally removed the CPAP mask and removed the intubation tube, and I saw it was bloody. I felt like I couldn't breathe, but Damon pushed another injection into my diaphragm, which made it spasm. I didn't really have the ribs even to try to breathe. Finally, he popped my jaw where it was supposed to be.
Then he laid me down on the table and hung a 10-liter bag of some kind of jelly.
Damon said, " Now I'm going to jelly you up all over, and this jelly will solidify a little bit. But as you know, every time a part of you is alive, it feels, and this jelly is made just so that this will keep your tissue alive. All that lovely bone chips will soon get a chunk of jelly and not die."
He was jamming jelly everywhere, and my bones ached relentlessly. Every movement brought a wave of horrible pain. I felt like no part of me was going to fucking die. I was going to suffer.
He said. "It's been a rough day, Baby. I think it's time for a rest."
I wondered how much time I'd have to recover before this madman moved on. I almost sighed in my mind, but he walked over to one of the tables, picked up a large blue vinyl blanket, and spread it out on the table. Then he came, lifted me on the table, and laid me on my side. My muscles were in a mush, so I couldn't really move myself.
My skin was broken, and bone chips had come through. He pushed my leg into my body, and it hurt as the bone chips were rubbing against each other. He placed me in the fetal position and, from the foot end, started tying the vinyl sheet tightly around me. When the sheet was halfway fastened, he took a clear plastic tube from the table behind his back and pushed it all the way down to my legs. The jelly guaranteed that nothing was really dead.
He turned on the tap, and the vinyl case he had wrapped me in began to fill. The substance burned what he poured into the case.
"This is just herbs, metal blades, a little acid, familiar herbs Mimi, aconitum, verbena, dandelion, larkspur, meadowfoam, bitterroot, Iridium, Rhodium, Vanadium blades, here is also Nitric acid. The blades and bits of metal sink into you slowly and dissolve slowly so you feel the effect. I didn't put cobalt in yet because I want you to keep trying to get better."
As the case filled up, he tied it up higher. He said as if the jelly was up to my throat.
"You don't have to breathe, but for some reason, I doubt you'll try anyway."
Then he closed the sheet completely and waited until the jelly had covered my whole head and there were no air bubbles. I spurted the stuff into my mouth and throat every time my diaphragm cramped. I was in some contraption that kept moving me around and warming me up.
Eventually, my lungs were full of jelly. I could feel the heat boosting the absorption. There was something stimulating here, too, and I tried to move and change positions to get better.
I was in a complete panic. The jelly inside me and outside was just pure pain. I was in a complete panic, and I couldn't get any rational thought into my head during the whole thing.
Then Damon lifted his victim into a cradle, which constantly moved, pressed, and squeezed the case. It would ensure that the metal blades and chips would do damage, and the victim could not rest. It kept the victim warm and ensured maximum absorption.
Plus, the jelly had a decent dose of adrenaline so that the victim would be panicked all night. He was forced to think of it as a victim. He couldn't even bear to think of his wife's name, or he wouldn't be able to. No way.
Then Damon sighed, turned off the lights, and left the room. He went down the hall to the bedroom, where he put on a mask over his face and turned on the tap. He lay down in the dark and waited for the stuff to help. He couldn't keep taking breaths from the asthma pipe all the time, lest Mimi should see, and he almost broke down so many times on that first day.
When he saw the raw panic and terror on her face. When he felt Mimi's pain. The desperation. The only thing that gave him the strength to hold on was when he heard the shells break and the substances pour into Mimi's system.
This dialysis he had put her on was also designed to suck out the remnants of the shells. And everything that had been put in the shells. That was the only good thing about the whole day. Damon knew the next few days would be easier because the effects would last at least a few weeks once he was under the influence of this gas all night.