8. Oh, Baby.

The pain ended, letting darkness take me over, and then I became aware again. I somehow knew that this was not a dream, and I was not in the shed anymore. My soul, that is. I was in someone's mind and I needed to see whose. I got somehow, closer to the surface so I could get some sensations. Suddenly, I was in the car, driving. I had a strange feeling that I was not in my body, and I looked at my hands, squeezing the wheel, and recognized the ring. These were men's hands, and that was the ring that I had made for Adam. 

"Adam." My thought was almost like a whisper in his mind. It felt kind of funny, but then again, I could feel also how incredibly tired I was.

Adam slammed on the brakes, just reflex and from surprise too as Mimi's voice spoke in his head. The car swerved and Adam gripped the wheel to get the vehicle back under control. He managed to find a suitable spot where to park the car.

He thought in his mind, feeling his wife there, "Mimi, is that you? Then that means you are..."

I calmly replied, "Dead, no strings on, end, whatever you want to call it. Damon killed me. It is him, he killed me, passionfruit smelling. I don't want him near me, not in a long time."

Adam asked, "Where have you been for 27 weeks? At least. "

"Uber long shed session. He kept me first in the castle in France, tried to get me pregnant and when that did not work out, he took me to shed, then when I was almost done, he took the stabber off of me, lifted me in his arms, went to sit and shushed me and then started to stab me with platinum dagger dipped in coriander until I died. He was truly enjoying it."

Adam cursed quietly to himself. He had no words to say to her. To kill her in such a cruel manner was unforgivable, and he would do anything to keep her safe. Ever since the day after the opening, when Mimosa had come out of the basement a mess, and for some reason, he had attacked Mimosa and eaten something inside Mimosa; he had been looking for Mimi. 

Charles blamed himself when they concluded Salvatore had once again snatched Mimi. They had made Dresden with the help of spells and asked the fleas to turn every stone and stump. No, no one could find her and they had been searching all the time. Adam had gone to Europe several times, and he cursed to himself not to check on that castle. When Mimo first brought up the fact that Mimi might not be found alive, Adam found it hard to believe. Mimosa had told them she could still see the future, and there had been several versions of this. Mimi would be killed by Damon.

But an umbrella of energy created by Salvatore would catch Mimi, and Mimi would end up in someone's head. Mimosa had assured him that Mimi would not end up in Damon's head. Until then, Adam had waited and feared, and now it had happened.

He could sense now when he focused on how tired Mimi was somehow and he sent his love to her, trying to wrap her in a cocoon made of pure love. He wanted to protect her. He was not sure if Charles could take her in his mind. Charles had been all over the place and not even Bran had gotten him cool down at all. He had gone in the deep end, so to speak, and let his inner demons loose again. Becoming a killer, and merciless. 

Adam asked, " Do you know where your body is?"

I told Adam everything I could remember. He wrapped me in his love, trying to get me to rest and recover. I kept telling him in detail what was done to me. From teaching rod and everything else. I did not want to go to the castle in France, not at all, not in a long time. I knew we had been in the French Castle somewhere along the line, but as to the location of the shed, I had no idea. After my report, Adam got himself together, kept me in the cocoon of love, and did not let me peek through his eyes yet. Adam drove to the house and updated Charles on what had happened.

Charles decided that they would go to the Delaware house. There is a really large medbay in the wing, and Salvatore could not get there. I told Adam that that was it. Now I was going to keep my distance from Salvatore. Charles called Colin too. He would be crucial in getting my body in shape, too.

I told Adam about my suspicions about Mirella, not wanting her too much to care for me, not by herself as she wanted Damon, so she could not be trusted. I did not want to end up in the shed again. 

They made it to the house. Bran had called Charles that Salvatore had texted that Mimi's remains would be found in the French castle. Samuel was with Mirella to pick them up. Colin was already in the house, ready to care for me and get me in my body as soon as possible.

Adam made a mental place for me where I was because I wanted to poke around everywhere. He tried to keep me resting, as Colin had told him that my soul was bruised as well as my body, and it, too, needed to heal. It would not do well on my straps if my soul was overworked and not healed enough. Charles still couldn't, wasn't able to take me in his head. He was way too traumatized, way too revengeful, and not in a stable enough state for me to rest in his mind. Samuel and Mirella delivered my body to Colin, Charles, and Adam, who started to put it back together.

Samuel was very shocked to see Mimi's mangled body and her expression, and he tried to make her face look even a bit more peaceful, not that kind of terror and pain that was etched on her face. Charles was in an awful place already, no need for him to see this. Mirella walked around the castle, she was not disturbed about what had happened there and her calm demeanor somehow felt Samuel creepy and unnerving.

They did not let Mirella take part in getting me in shape, and she was not so keen, either. It seems that she had more important business to make a few of her wings or fuck with Bran. 

Colin was also part of the team, and it was six weeks before I got back into my body. Colin had been very strict with whom he let tend my body and he was determined to get it in some shape so that he would not need to sit by my side and give me drops every hour when my straps would not hold. I had to tell now Charles in very detail what Damon did to me, so he could inform Colin and he could see the biggest threats to my straps.

I had gotten a few straps in just after a few days, but Colin would not let them put me back in my body. I had now also got into Charles' head, and oh, how I enjoyed exploring everything; Charles made a room in his mind where he naughtily imprisoned me because I was a distraction and I wasn't supposed to know everything. He would tell me in due course.

Damon had been very remorseful, after three weeks when he came back and cried at Bran's for a long time, but no one would put him anywhere near me. And I didn't want to. First of all, I didn't believe that crying story of his at all. I knew how manipulative he could be and that side of him. Somehow it seemed that his crying, annoying part was some part of this torturer part because Damon did not cry normally. So if tears meant that side was upfront and too big of a risk for me, he could whisk me away into the shed as soon he could get to me. Secondly, now I wanted to take a break, not think about the whole guy, and not listen to explanations or declarations of love. Now, I wanted to recover.

When I got into my head, I went straight to sleep. Naughty ones kept me asleep, as my skeleton-thin body was not really good to be awake. I had been only 14 kilos when they found me, and they had got all the metals out with Dresden. They just strengthened my body so my straps would hold. When I woke up, another couple of weeks had passed.

I was still incredibly weak, but I had organs and started eating. Then, sitting up, I still exhausted myself quite easily, or I was just so medicated that I still slept most of the time. There was a mimo hide in use, and that helped as well. My skin, my bones, nothing was in shape for me to really move much, but Colin had noticed too that my body needed stimulation. I needed to be challenged for my healing to kick start properly. Of course, I was in as heavy feeding as my body could handle and doped up to my eyes. 

After a couple of weeks, I took my first faltering steps. Adam and Charles started living with me in the wing from now on, and it was not a matter of negotiation. It would be the new normal that they would be with me, even though I was in shape, and for that to become possible, Charles as pack leader needed to get access to the wings, they had really fun exploring all around our wing and mimosa was so excited them to live with us; She showed them around a lot, our gyms and everything. 

But we went to Fuengirola to recover. I did not weigh even 30 kilos yet, and swimming was good for me. It was warm and comfortable, and the sea tempted me to swim, which in turn strengthened my muscles and helped my recovery even more. I did not swim very far at first and there was always someone with me. Adam or Charles and they kept very keen on me, not let me overwork. 

I also got bed therapy every night. At first, they were gentle and cautious, and the stuffing flowed, They had again, bags full for me and I was very well stuffed, sometimes it went on a few days in bed, not just nights, but as I got stronger, they also got excited.

And I started to get excited, too. Our night sessions then started to move to the beach, and we were fucking frantically the three of us on the beach when nothing else mattered. Mimosa and Mirella were there too, and Mimosa always took over the treatment while Mirella was content to cook. Men did not really want Mirella in bed and she was almost looking at them scornfully, as fucking me would be something that was not supposed to happen, not to that extent where we had got it on. Sexbeast was awakening again.

After two wonderful months, I regained my strength and was happier than I'd been in a long time. I was alone at the beach, men were inside to make food for me and I was just thinking of going inside to have a bite and then do some seduction, which was not very hard to do in order to get boys in the mood. 

My thinking and planning were interrupted by my wolf, who came to sit next to me, looking a little worried, like she would have bad news to tell me. 

Mimosa came to me and said, "Mimi, you've got a European job coming up, but Mirella and I can't go because I'm getting in heat, and Mirella wants to see if Damon is there so he doesn't attack me. So now you're on your own. I know Charles and Adam are already in my heat. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, but it is what it is. Here are the details of the whole gig."

So much for the happy times, it looks like it's time to put on my world savior cape again and return to doing my job.

I said to her. "Fine, I'm on it and let's see what I can do with fleas. I could get there some help and then I might have some sort of backup. It is good that boys are in your heat. Though Damon has never hurt me or you in heat, he has put them on and then hurt. He is too big of a risk, and Mirella is an excellent distraction to him. He will have his hands full."

I went inside, told the boys what was going on and I had to use quite a bit of persuasion and gentle reassurance on Charles because he was about to blow a fuse, for me getting on a European gig all by myself and he would just be here fucking Mimosa in heat. Adam was a little more understanding, though he did not like this at all. But my life being what it was, this was just something that would gonna happen. I was ready to face the challenges of the European tour, and after that, who knows what will happen.