11. Satelites.

Damon carried Mimi to sleep in the medbay. She was underheated again and in pretty slim shape, only 29 kilos, but they would put the feeding down before she woke up. And then the work would begin.

So Mimi would sleep so that the memory would come up, and Damon would link himself into it so that he would be sucked into the memory. But he would then have to detach himself from the experience and explore the memory with his telepathy, marking it properly so that when Mimi woke up, the memory would be found, wherever it goes.

He would flag it, so when it would escape, when Mimi would wake up, that flag would lead them into the place where they had been put. Mariella had cleaned his mind, too. Searching every last bit of Damien's memories out of there in those seven years. Those did not belong to him. This flagging would enable them to find all of those sessions. It would help with the removal of the shed sessions.

But then, that seven years of trauma, first, there would be nesting. Just him and Mimi, a couple of weeks, a month so that he could give her a strong sense of security, a strengthened trust, and learn to be close. Only then would Mimi be ready to open up even a little. She might open up a shield just enough for a memory to emerge, and Damon would be ready—completely ready.

Mariella would approach Damon and say, " Are you ready, then? They're terrible. I can tell you that if you feel it's not working, then you'll have to think of another solution."

Damon looked at his wife and said, " You're bothered by the nesting, aren't you?" He could see the expression of unhappiness on her face. It was clear as day.

Mariella said, " Of course, I'm not used to sharing you. I've had you wonderfully to myself for seven years, and now I should be without. Yes, I am bothered by it, but I don't enjoy it."

Damon laughed huskily and said, " Yes, you are going to enjoy it. I can tell there are nine eager to help, and you know what they can do. They are a version of me, so you have me, all nine other versions of me."

Mariella thought for a moment and said, "Yes, I do, actually, but when I know you're not there..."

Damon smiled and stroked his wife's cheek. He looked at her tenderly.

He said, "I'll be the one, darling, looking for that black shit for you. And we're supposed to find the lady's nightmare chamber again. Then, dismantle her pathos and cleanse the alpha power again. The lady needs work."

Mariella said, " Yes, but we're doing this for the good of the pack, and Mimi is an integral part of the pack. I understand the logic, but my feelings are what they are. You are mine, much more than you are hers. "

He said, "It is gonna be fine, you see. It will give you a chance to connect with those nine properly. To get to know them. "

Damon stood up and went to check on Mimi, but the medicine was yet fully on.

Mariella said, " Come on, so I can enjoy you for a while before I have to give you to Mimi. "

They went into the bedroom to unload and fuck. It took them away. Mariella just could not let go. Not at all.

I was still sedated, but my drug-induced state got lighter, so I began to dream and, as by Damien's threat, I was back in the shed, being tortured by Damon.

********dream********

The pistons started pounding my belly, and my back was getting equally hard. I was helpless between the sheets and felt the blades slice into my legs. Liquid pain ran down my arms as the herbal jelly covered my arms completely. Damon said something, but the pain was too much, and I tried to hold on.

I didn't know where it hurt most anymore, and the agony just wouldn't stop. Time lost its meaning when pain took over my world. I threw up the bloody liquid, not sure where it was from. My mind was blackening by the power of pure agony, and the smells and the sounds of this torture device made me almost pass out. 

Then Damon came and untied me from the machine. My legs were a bloody mass, and my arms were almost melted. The skin had disappeared from most of my arms, and I could already feel the metals working. He rinsed me with cold water that stung my sores and wounds; it felt like it was peeling what was left of my skin in my arms. He just rinsed and looked at me like a piece of meat and wore himself his apron and gloves as if I was a mess. Bloody, beaten, drugged mess.

He carried me to the next machine. I was still dripping water, bloody one. He sat me down and tied me up. My hands were shackled to my sides, my legs were also tied together, and a belt went off my thighs as well.

Then Damon said, " Look, this is a nice thing. The novelty of sorts. It's a kind of simulator, so you're going to get a really hard acceleration and then a sudden stop. This is the system that allows you to do that. I will not put you in any more restraints so that you're always moving a little bit when you stop."

The device started working, and I felt like I was in a car going fast. And then, when I felt myself flattening completely against the seat, the momentum stopped, and I was jerked forward with such force that I felt my insides being crushed by the force. And the same again until I felt like there was nothing inside me but mush that hurt.

I had no idea how many freaking times this machine did it. It varied force and speed, so I was not able to anticipate at all when to stop. Restraints dug deep into my arms with no skin, and pain made me a few times lose my consciousness, so I would wake up in even worse shape, even more in pain.

Damon came over to take me off the machine, lifted me into his arms, and said, "Oh, you're a bit mushy. At least we don't have to rinse you off. Well, that's okay, next machine. I have so many toys for you, my baby. I want you to take this, everything that I have here."

He carried me over to the grate with the spikes on it, tied me up, and said, " Well, it's a bit spiky, but that's OK. it is meant to be, you see, let's drain some of that mush out of you, so won't maybe explode your replicating enzyme. "

He pressed a button, and the spikes grew. They pierced me from my back, and Damon pulled a counterpart from the ceiling. I was unable to utter a sound, as I had no lungs that would have worked. I had had several times internal bleeding when my aorta and heart had ripped away during that stop.

Most of the muscles in my body were mush, too. I was truly helpless, limp, body, full of mush that was still alive enough to feel properly. He pressed the grating on my front, and the spikes pierced me in a million places. The pain absolutely exploded, and I gasped, trying to hold on.

Damon came up to me and said, " Come on, baby. Those spikes are connected, as you can see, and then they drain everything, and this is a real multi-tasker. Then you'll see."

The machine lifted me into the air. I could feel the spikes already leaking something inside me. The machine started spinning me around, making many movements, and it made me dizzy, confused, and, oh, did I hurt. Centrifugal force started to spin blood and guts out of me. From those holes that spikes dug into my body, there were some sort of panels around this machine again and I could see it getting more and more redder. Painted with my blood and everything else from my body.

Damon was wandering around the hall, looking at me and saying, " Yeah, baby, you'll learn one day and learn well. "

************''dream ends******************************

I woke up. I felt nauseous and in pain for a few more minutes before the rest of the ghostly feelings went into hiding with the memory. I panted, wet with sweat, and after my time of getting to sitting up, I ripped out all the tubes, staggered off again in my drugged state to a room somewhere, and went under the covers to shiver. Trembling. That had been awful and I could still smell, taste, feel, every freaking thing.

Here would go again, now that I was in a drug panic and all. I was panicked about being so damn drugged up and panicked about Damon taking me to the shed. Oh, I was so fucking pissed off to be so fucked off. I lay there for a couple of hours, fighting to keep myself awake, not wanting to go into a shed. I didn't, and I knew that if I fell asleep, I'd be there.

Even though it was a memory, it was so fucking crystal clear, so fucking sharp, and I felt the pain so badly. Not just pain, but the whole damn experience. It had been so freaking authentic, so awful that it made me question what had he killed me just twice, or how many sessions would end me being dead in the mind of Charles or Adam. 

I slowly then took the rage out. My rage helped me to cope. I let it cover my mind, keep me safe, and make me not feel drugs in my system. I knew all my puppies were cut out, and puppyhood was over now and then. I didn't know what was coming next. Eventually, I showered, got dressed, and went to eat. I didn't even look at the clock to see how long it had been. I ate a lot, there was food done for me and a lot of it, but no one was around when I was eating.

Then I drank my allowed dose of blood and went out to do some gardening even though it was autumn. I cleared the yard, shredded branches, and went out to eat. Days went by, weeks even, and I didn't care. I found my focus and moved on. Puppies had been fun, and I had done my duty.

I was not surprised that Damon had not done anything in my mind because of Mariella. I could see from her face that jealousy and possessiveness that triumphed almost as bad as what Mirella had in her in time with Damon, was there truly. So she would keep him away from me. I was fine with that. My shit, my problems, I can handle them. No need for Damon to get his mind messed up by this shit.