8. Imagine.

I looked at Mariella, my expression firm, and I said, " I'll take you to the shed. Damien had set a little trap or joke, meaning he hid about 50 sessions done in Damon's body, erased them from my mind, and put them in my bracelet. Damon had made this for me, and Damien ruined it. All those sessions are now on my mind. They are coming when I sleep, so I won't sleep. And now we'll go through the whole shed session together from the beginning, and you'll experience this as if you were me, so you'll be me. This is not like my memories that you are just watching, but here are all the physical pain, my thoughts, smells, everything. Are you still sure you want to go on?"

Mariella swallowed and said, "That's freaking awful. He was a true monster. Yes, I am. Let's go into the shed. "

Fine. First, I showed her Damien's note. Then we went to bed, lying side by side, and I showed her the beginning of what I saw in my dream: how the jelly was flowing into my stomach. My strength was fading, but I wasn't unconscious.

"Okay, baby," Damon whispered, his voice laced with a hint of sadistic pleasure.

The stench of wet dog emanated from him, assaulting my nostrils as he ogled me like a mere piece of meat. But he was Damon, and his grip, though firm, had yet to leave any visible bruises. 

With deliberate precision, he slid the cannula from the top of my thigh down to my ankle. Each tube had evenly spaced holes, serving as a chilling reminder of the impending torment. A second cannula followed suit, as he threaded it through my other leg. The tubes, now two in each limb, were connected to tanks, their contents ready to be unleashed. 

As the taps were opened, a viscous jelly began its slow journey, seeping beneath the surface of my legs. The sensation was eerie, a cold and unsettling flow that invaded my once untouched flesh. Damon's malevolent gaze met mine sporadically, relishing in the sight of my growing sedation, my powerlessness, and my helplessness.

A sharp pang shot through my bladder, causing a throbbing ache in my stomach. The pain burned, tearing through me, triggering futile attempts to twist and groan in distress. Unbeknownst to me, there was something else lurking within the jelly, intensifying the torment. 

The agony escalated as my stomach swelled, expanding beyond its natural limits. Damon, filled with sadistic satisfaction, palpated my distended abdomen, his grunts echoing with sinister pleasure. The scent of a wet dog still clung to him, mingling with the heavy air of the room. He pressed down; the pressure spreading the jelly throughout my abdominal cavity, causing me to scream in agony as he targeted my bladder, a source of excruciating pain. 

Moving on, he shifted his attention to my legs, now on the brink of tearing under the strain. The cannulas were removed from my legs and placed onto my arms, repeating the same horrifying process. With each passing minute, the pain in my stomach grew more agonizing, a constant torment that refused to subside.

Damon's piercing gaze met mine as he whispered, his voice filled with a sinister allure, "Come on, baby, there's a subtle cocktail of metals in the jelly, accompanied by the snake venom. That's why you feel it, but you have to. Without it, I won't derive any pleasure. I can't guarantee that this will be fatal, but I've done it twice before. It's the ultimate satisfaction, a dark irony that sends shivers down my spine. The moment my benevolent side discovers my true intentions, that's when the genuine thrill begins. It weakens the goodness within me when I unleash my malevolence upon you. Oh, how delightful! One day, baby, I'll reveal the full truth to you." 

His touch grazed my belly, causing a surge of discomfort as my arms swelled and the gel seeped into my skin, intensifying the pain. A sense of fullness overwhelmed me, leaving me sore and unable to resist. I tried to vocalize my distress, but uncertainty clouded my attempts.

Damon continued to converse, his voice a constant presence as he filled every part of me. Eventually, he released the restraints, only to flip me over onto my stomach, triggering an explosion of agony within me. My body was securely bound to the table, compressing my distended abdomen, while my bladder throbbed with aching pressure. Any feeble attempts to wriggle or squirm proved futile. The jelly, now present in my backside, added to my torment, amplifying the weightiness I felt within. It coursed through my entire being, a constant reminder of my state. 

When the gel had completely filled me, Damon grunted with satisfaction, his words dripping with sinister intent. "Well, you're under my control now. Let's proceed, my baby. I need to indulge in my pleasure, and we can continue our medical experiment. The time is approaching, my baby, to elevate it to another level, and perhaps then I can disclose its true nature to you."

With that, he untied me and guided me into a sitting position. Pain and ache permeated every inch of my body, ranging from a searing intensity to a scorching agony. The gel within my stomach refused to dissipate. Damon clothed me in a wrap dress and sandals, though my ability to move independently had vanished, leaving only the lingering agony.

He led me to the car, securing me in the front seat, and fastening the seat belt before encasing my hands in thick platinum spiked chains, tethering them to the front of me.

Locking eyes with me, he muttered, "You're in the right place, baby, just as a good wife should be. Soon, I'll have a most delightful time with you."

I let the memory sink further away and gave Mariella a moment to compose herself. She gasped, still feeling my pain before it sank deeper. She was visibly shaking, rubbing her arms, like to make sure that there was no jelly.

She sat up, thought for a moment, and said, " That was Damien, not Damon, it was Damien..." Her voice was unsure for a moment too.

I sighed and said, " Well, now you might understand a little there, but I don't think you want to go on. "

She shook her head and said, "No, I won't. Damon needs to know about this. He can take this. He'll remove those monstrosities, and he'll help. Let me share that with Damon, please." 

I looked into Mariella's eyes, let my vampire power come out, and said, " You don't say a word. Show nothing. To anyone, that memory will fade in 24 hours, and in two days, you won't remember a thing about it. You won't remember any of this. We just talked, and you didn't get through when I didn't trust anybody yet. "

Mariella sighed. Her eyes were glassy for a moment, and then she blinked slowly. She said, "Well, your cubs are lovely, and it is a shame that you are not letting me taste your blood. But you should eat soon. "

I saw that the compulsion got there, and Mariela took the spell off and walked away. I sat in the quietness of my room. It had been surprisingly liberating to share this, but I had to protect her innocence and make her forget. I just wish that everything would go as it should. 

After Mimi had compelled her, Mariella was powerless to break through. Mariella walked into the kitchen and wondered what she could do to get Damon to notice that. Mimi's compulsion was really strong, and she couldn't even break it with white power, which was pretty fucking telling.

Because she could break Adam's, Charles's, and even a few salvatores' compulsion with her power. She had never tried to break number one's compulsion, but she was not sure if she could do it and that would mean that Mimi was truly more powerful than number one. But with those memories, they were meant to be torture for Mimi and that was something that they could stop.

Mimi should not have to go through those 50 sessions and that creepy feeling that it had been Damon made Mariella shiver. She arrived in the kitchen, where Damon was still making food. The tantalizing aroma wafted in her nose, but dark dread stayed in her heart. Making her heart pound. Touch of Damon's hands. She tried to remind herself that had been Damien, not Damon, and now she somehow understood better Mimi's and Damon's relationship.

How long it had been originally for Mimi to get it in her mind that it had been Damien and not every time Damon had touched her in a certain way, got some shed session memory in her mind. And now this. That had been so freaking awful.

Damon had never known those feelings because Mimi had never shown them to her or Damon and now, Mariella knew Damon was a strong, empathetic telepath and he could do those memories wonders. Also, Mariella was greedy. She had cleansed over the years all the black goo that they had gotten from Mimi's memory vaults.

She was loaded with white power and she wanted more. That charge that was in those memories would give her so much more power. But it would be quite a feat to get it from her.

Mariella slowly came up with a plan, and she was still working out the details when Damon came and wrapped himself around her.

Mariella controlled herself from backing away and shaking herself loose, but Damon said, " Well, how did it go? I guess she did not let you taste her blood."

Mariella was quiet and said, "No, she did not. She has again there powerful creatures. One cub was a cross between a snow leopard and a clouded leopard. She had gotten one set of wing removal, but she was still growing a pair. That one was lovely, and it is only Mimi who makes those hybrids. None of us do other than just normal cubs. We talked, but I couldn't get through as she didn't trust me yet. But the lady is still pretty strong, you know. Those cubs are telling that too, and she had put quite strong pheromones all over that floor, so I had to use my white power to get to her, but she was not aggressive. She thinks that all of that shit is her power source, almost. So she is strong. You are strong too, but I know I'm stronger than you in one area. "

Damon grunted, looking at her, and said, "She is powerful, I can say, and stubborn, but darling, you being stronger than me. Don't challenge. Please don't challenge. You will lose, my dear. I won't hesitate to take you down."

It was exactly Mariella's idea to get Damon to do the little thing and see things for himself. If he could see Damien manipulating that bracelet, and he would get curious, look more. Mariella was sly too and a little thing like compelling her not to speak or tell was not gonna stop her from making Damon aware of this. 

Damon said, " Well, in what are you stronger? Please tell me, darling, so I can prove you wrong. "

Mariella supposedly thought for a moment and said, "I can see the past of things and objects better than you can. And faster too."

Damon grunted and asked, "Well, darling, you are quite wrong to assume that I am not good at that at all. Do you want some proof?"

Mariella laughed and said, " I am better than you. I have my powers, too."

This would be just perfect as she saw Mimi walking toward the kitchen. Showtime, time to show the little lady that this was not over yet.