8. Always.

He looked at me, and said, "As you see baby, we have a future together, and it is not so bad, I can be a decent guy when I want to, I am not a monster all the time, this is just part of me and maybe you can teach me to love you."

I said nothing. I am a goddamn pretender, so one of my knacks was telling when someone lied and these spewed lies one after another. So no thank you, there will be no happy future for him and me, only I will find a way to get rid of him. Pain and agony that ravaged me, had taken already a lot out of me. My belly was not getting any smaller yet and my skin was super sensitive. 

He unchained me and lifted me into his arms. That hurt too as my skin felt everything and he dug his fingers into my skin, making my mind go blank from pain as the sensation and torture of pain overwhelmed my mind completely. He rubbed my stomach as he spoke.

"There, there baby, well, feel it all of it, just feel it, oh I love to see you in such pain,"

His voice was soothing, but his words were so freaking creepy. I was in so much pain I could do nothing. Sweat poured out of me, and moans and cries of pain erupted from my lips as he manipulated my body when he carried me to be tortured even more.

He carried me to the first machine and put me in. The cold steel mesh dug into my very sensitized skin and he trussed me against it, with belts that went over my thighs and my chest. That one had spiked chains, too.

He took my wrist and pressed those damn spikes into my wrists.

He explained, "These spikes are hollow, and there is a drug in reserve that will pour into your tissues. I need to press these spikes properly into your wrists so that my little concoctions will be absorbed and affect you."

He closed the lid, so I was trapped in. I was inside the machine, and my head was a kind of support outside the machine.

He remarked, "This is so much fun as now I see your face, in pain, in agony, and it just makes this so much fun." Then he put the machine on.

His voice was satisfied as he got on explaining what I would have to suffer next. "This is a device that looks at your internal organs. I've now programmed the machine to start breaking down your organs slowly and pleasurably. It injects everything into them. This device injects, but it now focuses on your organs. We'll see when we switch to the next device. You get a few substances on your wrists too. It affects the function of your fingers. I want to make you a little more helpless."

Blades and injectors sank into my flesh, and hot pain poured inside me. Throbbing agony started on my wrists, spreading in my palms and my fingers, and then it seeped upwards. I could feel my fingers contracting into fists, almost. The pain was excruciating. The sensation of agony and anguish the device caused was incredible.

I didn't think I could have been any harder pain than the jelly in my bowels caused me to be, but the device made every organ in my body just about scream in pain. My skin was inflamed, and hot pain was everywhere with such intensity that it made any kind of thinking impossible.

I could feel my heart pounding, and it hurt, too. Probes were inside my chest, and my lungs, making me gasp I had arrhythmias, and my liver was a throbbing mess of ripping dull aches. My kidneys seemed to be almost liquified, because the pain moved, and spread everywhere, my bladder was full of tantalizing agony, and the pain made me vomit but as my esophagus was in treatment, nothing came out, only a burning sensation spread inside my chest as my esophagus was ripped apart and stomach acid poured into my chest cavity, I was causing myself even more pain. 

Pain once again was my life, my everything, and I was helpless to do anything other than feel this anguish ripping my very being apart. My body could not take it anymore, but the machine kept my tissues alive, so the pain didn't ease up at any time. It only got worse when all my mental protection and my determination to survive and hang on, were dismayed by insistent pain, and torment, leaving me messed up and unable to react, only moaning huskily, tears stung my eyes but I did not sense those.

The machine was relentless, and I don't even know what substances it was putting in me, but I do know that at some point, I blacked out because the next thing I knew; I was waking up on a steel table again, chained to spiked cuffs that tore my painfully contracted hands and wrists, Damon watching me with satisfaction. There was again stuff dripping in my cannula as I got my vision working even a bit. Some bags were almost empty, so I had been at the table for a while. 

He went to his dictation machine and started to dictate as there were still bags to dripping into my body, my belly was somewhat smaller but pain was still there, everywhere in my body. I was full of bruises, black and deep ones, those kinds that come from internal bleeding.

His voice was clinical. "The subject has been in machine one, to be treated in her internal organs for 22 hours. The subject has multiple internal bleeds and most of her organs have not yet recovered fully, the subject has received now 12 bags of substances four and nine, and five bags of substance two. Dripping is commenting and once these bags are done, the subject will be put to treatment for her skeleton. Her wrists and palms have been treated so her tendons are shrinking, pulling her fingers into fists, so she cannot use them. Rage has been dealt with by initial sedative jelly and rage blocker and some go to multiplication enzyme. My goal is to use all the treatments efficiently and in the maximum amount of time while getting a decent amount of substances into her. My prediction of how long the subject can take this is about ten to twelve weeks and then I will commence pre-planned recovery treatment for her and study its efficiency, too."

He shut the dictation machine with a click. He typed something on his laptop and then walked to one shuttle. This was fully encasing, meaning I would be again in darkness. It was also a lot bigger than the rest of them. He read something on panels, pressed a few buttons, and checked something out. He opened it fully. 

He came at me and took the bags off my cannula as they were empty now. He pressed my belly, causing me to scream, but it was as if my lungs weren't working so freaking well.

He said, "The next machine will take care of your bones, then. As you can see, the jelly in your bowels is starting to ease up a bit, so you can take more. We've still got a lot to go through. "

He picked me up; he had that apron on, and he carried me to that machine. Now he secured my limbs to some kind of rods and put belts over my body, too. My skin was still very sensitive. I was tired. He strapped a tight, heavy belt over my still very painful stomach, making me gasp and cry out.

He said mockingly, "Come on baby, this little thing hasn't yet started and you are moaning. Try to suck it up. You are stronger than this."

When he had finished securing me, he shut the lid, encompassing me into the darkness where was only pain, torture, and smell of my pain, blood, sweat, piss. This machine crushed my bones over and over and slowly. I could feel the steel clamping around my arm, and the pressure increased until the bone gave way.

Now and then, the machine would break my bones. Sometimes it squeezed., sometimes it twisted. It caused unbelievable pain, and I passed out from time to time only to wake up again in agony. It broke my bones, causing all sorts of break mechanisms that there is how can human bone break; it did all to me. Many fragments of bones pushed through my skin.

It could grab my wrist and start to twist it as the rest of my hand was locked tightly in place until again the bone broke. I finally lost consciousness with this device, too. For a long time. When I came to, I was again in table bags dripping into me, my chest was crushed, my bones were mush, I had open fractures everywhere, my spine was out of alignment, and pain tore through me, through my body, making me shudder, not even understanding a now word about what Damon spoke.

He dictated again once he had walked around the table and kept his monologue on, now I had no sense of what he was saying, I could see the enjoyment in his face, hear it in the tone of his voice but the actual message never came through, I had no sense of time I could feel weakening of my body, my weight plummeting, my soul crushed, my fighting spirit crushed by sheer pain and agony, by my helplessness and his cold clinical enjoying gaze as he saw what shape I was.

The next device stimulated my nervous system, it caused so much pain that I was most of the time out cold or in some kind of vegetative state where the pain was less and I was hardly aware of my surroundings, Damon was less happy about that and he used stimulants so I could not withdraw into my mind to be safe from the pain. Agony, torture, mental and physical were everything that there was. No other thoughts were on my mind.

I endured it for as long as I could, but I had no sense of time, and then he switched me from one device to another, never telling me what was next, so the devices came randomly. I woke up sometimes on the table and sometimes on the device. My whole body was torn to pieces, slowly and methodically, by these hellish machines, but this was not the organized thing.

He put me in the machine, pressed a few buttons and the machine tore me apart, then when he changed the machine or dripped those poisons in me he dictated in what shape I was like he had no idea and this was all just a test to him. I just noticed how he was enjoying himself and absolutely enjoying himself. He was conducting whatever this poisoning was, but most important for him was my pain and agony, my weakening, my destruction, how helpless I was, how weak, crushed.

He gave no mercy. He had at least five different machines that he used on me, plus then several poisons by snakes and other critters, as he knew how they affected me, and how they would use up all of my healing. And then this fake tenderness of how he brushed my hair out of my face and enjoyed it when I flinched and moved my head away from his touch. 

Time after time, just as my strength began to wane, his pleasure seemed to increase. He was destroying my organs, my muscles, my bones. He didn't drug me in any way. No, he just used poisons and toxins, so the pain would be as bad as it could be. Often, I would pass out from pain and shock, so he controlled me with sheer pain. I knew I had lost weight by leaps and bounds.

My healing abilities had been tested, and he liked to experiment. He could put me on the machine, randomly put the settings any way he wanted, and then see what the machine did. Yes, the equipment did. And he got to dictate what shape I was.

Then he might explain to me how this helps his work in the future as he now understands how to use these machines better, so I am a little like a test subject too. He did all kinds of very creepy things, talking about things, my situation, my body, what he was going to do next, and how he would now change the settings and see will it would make much of a difference.

Now I was shivering on the table in the cold. I was again on IV and those damn bags drained inside me. Damon came up beside me and brushed my hair away from my forehead. I flinched and tried to move away.

He said, " Baby, I think you have an infection. But not yet. I want you to be my challenge to take care of. And remember. The lesson continues. I'll get you better, but no sleeping now. I'll keep you chained to the bed. We need to get you in much worse than this, then I will get my challenge and you get your lesson. It will be so pleasurable to see you lying in bed, chained by spiked shackles, and know that you are fully dependent on me, and the care that I provide for you. Of course, it is your behavior that orders what kind of treatment and care I will give you, so you will learn to take the correct attitude and be properly thankful for everything I do for you."

 He continued to torture me for an incredibly long time, or so it seemed, by subjecting me to machine after machine, increasing the brutality of the settings, administering more poisons, inflicting more pain, and giving me numerous stimulants to keep me awake and accelerate my body and metabolism, causing me to lose weight, my condition, and my strength.

Then he came to me again when I was exhausted on the table, covered with wounds, while one machine was cutting and slashing my skin and my muscles with different blades. I had no energy to shake; I had no fever, my vision was blurry, the pain messed my mind up, and I could smell everything, and understand most of the time what was going on. He hadn't cleaned a single machine in all this time, and I knew, I could smell every time he put me back on the machine, how many germs every machine was teeming with. My gut was crushed and I knew how nasty bugs I had in there, so whatever infection or infections I had, they were nasty.

He said, " Now, now you're in for a challenge. Let's see now. We've got sepsis, you're not keeping your temperature, you're full of deep festering sores, you've got organ problems, you've lost weight and a lot of it. Your bones are not healing. I don't hear much of a heartbeat. You are pale and lethargic. I bet you weigh less than 25kg. Now you're a challenge. But one more thing before we get on. I need to make sure that there are no shortcuts in your recovery."

He took an ampoule and syringe, drew the drug into the syringe, and injected it into his vein, then he took collectors, put them in his teeth and stuff was pouring out, he poured liters of stuff, and he poured everything down the drain as his teeth were empty, then he gave me same stuff and empty my teeth too, it made my head hurt even more and he destroyed my stuff too. It drained the rest of my little energy that I had.

He wrapped me in a moldy blanket and carried me back to the trunk of the car. He tucked me in there and put some kind of canisters so I was in a very uncomfortable position. I gasped in agony. He started driving and drove for a long time. I managed to sleep for a while, or else I passed out from the pain.