5. Crush.

Bran called Damon into his dimly lit study. The heavy wooden door creaked as Damon entered, the sound echoing in the room. Bran motioned for Damon to take a seat on the plush leather chair, the smooth surface cool against his skin.

Bran's fingers intertwined, creating a soft rustling sound as he stared at Damon intently, his gaze filled with scrutiny. The scent of old books and leather permeated the study, mingling with the faint aroma of coffee that lingered in the air. The previous phone call with the local alpha had left Bran on edge, his frustration palpable.

Bran, an ancient figure with an inflated ego, had held power over werewolves for centuries, his dominance unquestioned. Though not specified in the laws, his orders were absolute and unbreakable. As a member of the Pack, he had established his authority, almost reaching the rank of pack leader.

Every male in the pack obeyed him without question. Now, it was his decision on how to handle the current situation. Adam, Samuel, and Charles were occupied elsewhere, but Damon had made a special visit to inquire about Mimi's availability. If Salvatore had desired time with his wife, Bran would gladly oblige, but this would not be a romantic getaway or a passionate rendezvous.

The thought of Mimi and Salvatore having their own private paradise was unsettling to Bran, knowing that they had shared intimate moments there before. Bran yearned to be a part of Mimi's heat, not always resorting to dominance, but sometimes offering sweetness instead of bitterness. However, now was not the time for tenderness. It was time for a sharp lesson, a dose of reality for the young woman.

Bran retrieved a small bottle from his desk drawer, studying Damon closely before speaking. "Hello Damien, are you prepared? This is not a vampire potion per se, but something that might help you maintain control."

He extended the bottle to Damien, who accepted it and took a swig. Bran felt a surge of satisfaction. Everything was going according to plan. He had brought Damon to the club, discussing Mimi at length, and discovered that Damon was exactly where he needed him to be. He had ignited Damon's conscience, allowing Damien to emerge.

Samuel and Adam were unaware of this scheme, but Bran intended to put one individual in her place, allowing Damon to take the first step. As he observed Damien's expressionless gaze, it was clear that he had other matters on his mind. However, Bran had just received news that required Damien's unique skills.

Bran's voice filled the room, filled with frustration and urgency. "Damien, Mimi's at it again. She's broken the heat rule," he said, his tone exasperated.

The sound of a ringing phone interrupted their conversation. It was the local alpha, calling to inform that they were bringing Mimi. Outside, the heat seemed suffocating, the air thick with humidity.

Bran continued, "No more explanations. We've tried, but she just doesn't listen. It's time for action. The warning has been given. Now, can you get Mimi to pause her heat for 6-8 weeks?"

Damien's face remained impassive as he pondered the request. His eyes held a cold, calculating look. "Yes, I can. Why?" he replied.

Bran nodded in approval. "Good. Mimi will be coming here, sedated. You'll put her heat on pause first. Then, you'll gelling her for 4-6 weeks, with all its accompanying symptoms. I'll inform you of what those symptoms are. The two of you will stay at the other house, and during this time, Damien, you'll have 4 to 6 weeks to teach Mimi the rules. No exceptions. If you notice her heat starting to activate again, let me know, and I'll instruct you on where to take her. Once that happens, you're out of here. I'll have a mission for Damon, and you'll get him out. Just let him believe it's a bad cop, good cop scenario. I'll be the good cop, trying to gain Mimi's trust and compliance. Understand?"

Damien nodded, a sense of anticipation building within him. Everything was falling into place. He couldn't help but relish the thought of the shed session that awaited them, now with permission. He kept his thoughts to himself, knowing how easily Bran could be manipulated. Bran's unwavering trust in him was a weakness that Damien fully intended to exploit.

Bran continued, providing instructions. "Now, let's talk about the symptoms. Malaria. Crohn's disease. Rheumatism. COPD, coronary heart disease, leukemia. Clear?"

The sound of footsteps approached, drawing closer.

Bran swiftly announced, "Mimi will be here any minute. I'll mute her vocal cords, so no explanations are needed. You go to the medbay and prepare everything. I'll bring Mimi in for gel placement and deep sedation, maybe even anesthesia, so she wakes up with her symptoms activated and ready for training. You decide how sedated you want her to be, but remain in the house. Remember, this is a punishment, not a formal shed session. Is that clear?"

The room grew tense as they awaited Mimi's arrival; the anticipation hanging heavy in the air. The scent of apprehension mingled with the sterile smell of the medbay equipment. Damien's heart pounded in his chest, excitement coursing through his veins. This was his chance, a perfect opportunity to exert his control.

Damien nodded. Perfect. He got up and walked to the medbay to get everything ready. He already knew directly where to take Mimi. He had a few sheds actually attached to the houses. They had been secret passages for escape routes during the war, and it had been good to equip a few sheds in them over the years.

They would technically be in the house. Damien just chuckled to himself that if Mimi's heat goes on then after the treatment, Mimi will be in pretty interesting shape for the heat treatment, but Bran probably won't care. Oh, how he loved to do his little tricks on Bran. 

The men carried me into Bran's office, put me in a chair, and left. Bran came in front of me. He was furious. His eyes were almost flaming with rage.

He grabbed my hair, twisted my head, jabbed a syringe in my throat, in my vocal cords, and coldly said, "No explanations. Your heat goes on a break now for 4-6 weeks. Jelling and Damon will have the honor to teach you that this rule will not be broken. And little girl, remember what I promised, then what would happen if you defied me? That, it's on after your sweet husband has knocked some sense into you. Damon and Adam, Charles, or Samuel won't save you. I'm not gonna listen to any explanations. Not one. Now we're going to Medbay, where Damon will gel you and then take you to train. I can sense you are fertile. "

I thought, as I started to be a little more aware. Yeah, oh, good fucking. This is going to knock me up and then wait for me to miscarry and do it again. Not gonna give any points in my eyes. Bran would remain an enemy and good, too.

Bran helped me stand up and directed me to the medbay. Wet dog. So no, Damon, but Damien. Oh, fuck, I'm fucked. Damien took me by the arm, made me sit on the bed first, took a syringe from the table, and stuck it in my arm. I was already still sedated by the drug that the woman had stabbed me in that house and now this. Oh, how I would love the truth to come out sometime. 

Then he helped get the tee shirt off of me, put me on my back, and tied me to the bed. He pulled the jelly tank closer and made an incision in my upper abdomen. He slid the tube deep into my abdominal cavity and then put the valve open. He rubbed it as the jelly flowed out. I was pretty damn helpless, not able to think clearly, and I hated my life, more or less. Why can't my life be like it used to be? When Damon was the one who saved me, not hurt me? 

The injection he injected again began to cloud my head even more. His hands were merciless. I had seen him actually washing his hands with hot water before starting to massage so his hands were very warm and the jelly melted quickly, absorbed mercilessly, and fogged up my mind, rendering me in a more helpless state.

The massaging began to absorb even more the jelly, and he always checked my eyes to see how sedated I was. After I was almost passing out, not really having the energy to keep my eyes open, Then he let the jelly drain, cannulated my central line, and put a drip bag in there to drain.

Damien kept explaining what he was doing, sometimes to Bran, sometimes to himself, and sometimes to me. His voice was monotone. He kept himself in check so Bran would not be too suspicious of his intentions, but I already knew that at some point, he would take me to shed. Wet dog stank and somehow again his hands left a greasy feeling on my skin. I was helpless. Utterly so, and I hated my state of being. 

He spoke like a scientist, "That bag, those are symptoms. Six different ones, but we won't tell you what. When you're gelled up enough, we're going to Oregon to drive. The jelly will keep you completely incapacitated for the entire drive. And I've got an arsenal of drugs. Then in Oregon, we'll start intensive training. On how to follow the rules. Let's see how good a teacher I actually am. "

He looked with a look like a piece of meat. I couldn't get a word in edge-wise. My voice box was paralyzed. The drugs in jelly made everything so awkward and I finally saw that my stomach was clearly bloated to the ribs all the way, so I looked like I was pregnant almost from all the jelly and was feeling very full.

Damon was now gelling the base of my skin and really jamming the jelly onto my ribs, so Bran wouldn't notice how exposed they actually were. He gelled my limbs and everything. He packed then some stuff into sports bags and not one of them was his usual bag that he had for caring for me. I felt like that part of Damon was gone or in so deep that he didn't come out at all. 

When was the last time that he really helped me? Not because of the sessions that he or Damien had done, but just because I needed someone to care for me. I felt like I was losing him, slowly but inevitably. This was again my life. And my life was not so good. If I had only been able to speak. Or understand speaking, to get said about those damn electrodes in my brain, but no.

This was not my destiny to be saved and cared for, but to be tortured, by foes, and by friends too, or by family almost. I knew deep down that one day, one day I would reveal to someone all the bad things that Bran had done to me, and I just was not sure who that person might be.

Because I felt quite lonely. I had seen parts of Adam and Charles, also Damon that I didn't want to see, but I had to face the facts. I could not have the luxury of living in perfect life, full of hopes and dreams. Being loved and cared for, was, for me, a pure fairytale and it would never become a reality for me. Somehow I knew it.

After I was filled with the jelly so much that I felt very heavy, confused, and unable to really move or act, Damien took the cannula out, cleaned his mess like Damon, and took some clothes that had been reserved for me. Then he helped me to sit up and put on my wrap dress and shoes. Some sandals, no heels, as my legs didn't really obey me so well.

He lifted me to stand, and Bran came there. Bran grabbed my arm and started to walk me to the car while Damon carried three sports bags and put them in the trunk. I staggered. Bran had to almost carry me to the car, and we were just halfway there when Damien had put on his bags and came to walk me to the car. They helped me into the back seat to sit, then Damien put on a seat belt and Damon put a warm blanket over my stomach and legs too, so the heat would start to soak up the jelly. I knew I wasn't going to be conscious much longer.

All I could see through the car window was Bran walking back inside without once looking back. He was probably repairing himself to knock me up and watch me miscarry so he could knock me up again then. My future did not look so bright. Once again, Mimosa and Mirella were still asleep because of those electrodes. I wondered before my mind shut down completely. What will Damon feel when the truth comes out one day? I tried to hold on to hope that Damien was not part of Damon, but then again. How Damon can remember what happens in the shed?