29. In The Army Now.

Bran called Damon to his study when Adam had already gone. He offered Damon a drink. It was a special drink, made by witches, and it gave Damien a power boost, to get him to surface.

Bran said, "Well, I have a proposition for you. Now, this little potion won't keep you awake for long. That heat Damon and Mimi had, gave them a lot of love and weakened you, yeah? But that heat was not accepted by me and I want you to give Mimi a moral lesson again, you, not Damon. But not in the shed, in the house. Can you do that? We are supposed to go on the pack cruise within a month so you have time to work her a bit, I need Damon to focus on these new things as he is the alpha male and in this cruise, well he would fuck with Mimi five weeks unless we can get him little less enthusiastic on that one. "

Damien nodded. Bran had spoken the truth, he had been weakened very much, and this was a struggle for him to be on the surface unless he got little enjoyment done.

He said, "Fine, I can work baby a bit in house, it might be that she is not ready for that cruise then, but I am not making this too easy for her either."

Bran nodded. He remarked, "Do what you need, I suggest you get her in the gym, to work out as Damon and her will fight from time to time so it would be good to break that habit too, so she would not be suspicious and I guess you can keep yourself hidden long enough your lesson to sink in, Once you got her in the gym, I will take Adam and Samuel out of this house so you can have some time to get your enjoyment. Damien, I hope you are not going to doublecross me this time or else I just might next time let Damon and Mimi be in love and watch you wither away with no remorse. You are just a tool for me to use, and if you are not working as you should, then I have no use for you. "

Damien nodded. He didn't bother to reply; he knew his things and Bran's minor threats did not faze him at all as he had his backup plans already done, so If Bran was responsible for him dying in Damon's body, he would get back to Bran in his next body. 

He went out, got to his car, and drove off, to one of his little warehouses to get a few supplies for an enjoyment session. too bad he was not able to continue his medical study, but this was a must. It would give him so much power and ability to stay closer to the surface, to manipulate Damon some more.

After a while, he returned and brought some supplies for medbay already. Of course, he would attentive husband and fix his wife up, that would be enjoyable too. He did not have Damon's dexterity what came to certain medical procedures, and he had never cleansed wounds like he was supposed to be doing, no he had been the one who caused those wounds, not heal them and this "little fixing" would give him a chance to enjoy some more.

Then he masked his scent and went to see Mimi, who had once again, started to work, always those goddamn fleas. She was never willing to even try to be with him, but in time, he would teach her. He could or he would try to behave a little nicer, but only if Mimi truly had deserved it.

He had his little tool with him and now it would be time to get things moving, first, they would go see Bran about this cruise and, then he would lure his prey into the gym to have some fun, and this would also put brakes on Damon and Mimi's relationship because Mimi could not trust anymore when Damon would ask him to go the gym with her, that there would not be session happening. 

I started to see if there was anything acute in the fleas, but Magnum and Charles seemed to have sorted everything out.

I'd been busy for a while when Damon came over, put my laptop down, and said, "Now baby, come and eat so we can tell you about our cruise in a few weeks. " He took my hand, helped me up, and led me into the kitchen.

Interesting, a cruise. Well, it could be fun, depending on what cruise it is, but maybe this time I won't get silver madness or hopefully a divorce, for that matter. I went to dinner, and Bran, and Adam were already sitting there ready, and clearly, I was the one they were waiting for.

Bran said," Well, now we are all finally here. So this is a pack's cruise, and a friend of mine has arranged for us to go on this cruise. This is where they do everything to help the pack, and there are shops. And you, young lady, you can rest assured there will be no fight club. We're going on a monthly cruise, and this is a mandatory one, Mimi, so you can leave saving the world for five weeks and then take a break. "

I said, "Fine, no problem. Charles and Magnum and my dynamic duo have everything pretty much covered. I can take a shopping trip."

Bran grunted and asked, "Who is your dynamic duo?" 

I said, "Jake and Rob, are just back on vacation and they got on brilliantly with Charles so he has good men there to help him. As you know, he is not taking your gigs for a year. He is now in fleas and helping instead of killing."

Bran was quiet. One muscle moved in his cheek, and Damon glanced at him.

Fine, we have a five-week cruise or an entire month, perfect. I ate my food and then went upstairs or was going to when Damon stopped me and said, " How about it, baby? How about we go to the gym, just the two of us? To blow off some steam. You could show me how a flea beats all."

I smiled and said, "Then don't you whine if it hurts. I don't take it easy with you." It would be to fight with someone and one can never know where this fighting will end up. Do we rip each other's clothes off and consecrate the entire gym or what?

He grunted and said, "Fine twenty minutes, in the gym. Be there and I show mine if you show me yours." 

I then went upstairs to put on my workout clothes. When I came down, I only noticed that Adam, Samuel, and Bran were all driving off. They, too, have something to do before the cruise. I didn't think that anymore as I was getting ready to blow some steam.

I went to the gym, and Damon was ready. I hadn't even gotten onto the mat as he came at me and he slammed me against the wall and pressed something against my stomach, and I felt him shoot a fucking implant right into my stomach. What the fuck? Then he let me go, and he hit the remote.

He said, "This is Mimi's rage release. That's a strong sedative implant, the strongest I could get. Now, you better keep your rage on display if you don't want any damage, and baby, this gun is loaded, and I'm going to hit you with a new implant every chance I get. Come on, Mimi, let's see what you got."

He had a black sleeveless shirt on, jeans, and sneakers, too. 

I let my rage come to the surface because this was a powerful drug, and I attacked. And we fought. But as I take my rage out, I am sloppy, and I haven't been fighting in ages with Magnum, who would have gotten me to control my sloppiness. Instead, I went after Damon like a juggernaut and there were consequences on that approach. 

Damon, a hardened fighter, is centuries older than I am and has seen and experienced his share of dirty play. He played it himself, as I discovered. But I'm the chaos, and I'm unpredictable. Damon was fast. He always had time to hit a new implant and set it off. I got a few good hits on him, but as I got close, he always hit an implant on me.

I don't know how long we'd been fighting. He did some pretty nasty damage to me, broke bones, dislocated a few joints, hit me in the abdomen, and very hard, too. When I realized I wasn't getting better. Oh, fuck, some implant was affecting my healing ability. Damon looked at me like a piece of meat, and simultaneously, I smelled a wet dog. Oh, fuck. This guy. So this was a trap. And now I'm the full god knows what implants are, which is still coming at me like a public prosecutor.

Damien said with delight, "Surprise. I can tell you that this was all Bran's idea, his petty revenge for yours and Damon's good time during the heat. You see, that little stunt that Samuel did, dried Bran's chances of getting involved in heats of females so he wants to revenge as you had extra long and enjoyable heat, just for you two. Look, baby. I'm getting my pleasure here too. You don't always have to be taken to the shed. No, no. Do you feel the metals yet? They're new compounds that none of the binders we use will work on. You have a month to get into some shape before the cruise, but I'm not finished working on you yet. "

He attacked me repeatedly, firing implants and sedating me. I could feel my rage fading or stopping, and the medicine kept coming at me. I had many bones broken. I was kicked, beaten, crushed. Many joints were badly dislocated, and I was confused, more and more helpless by the minute. Damien came over to me and, with his foot, turned me over onto my stomach and stomped on my back so hard I felt my vertebrae crushed.

He was really rubbing the bone crush with his foot. I coughed up blood, and quite a lot, I could feel some bone fragments popping into my lungs so I could not breathe properly at all. Then he turned me over on my back and stomped on my chest, there went the rest of my ribs, and my sternum, He continued by kicking me. I lay on the gym floor, broken, crushed, in pain, drugged, entirely metalized. Puking up blood and bile, being confused, unable to move at all. I noticed how he unbuttoned my shirt and began to pour jelly into my abdominal cavity, rubbing my bruised stomach all the while. He was enjoying himself.

I could feel and see how uninhibitedly he enjoyed himself, and this was obviously another payment for the beautiful three months of heat. He jellied me up really well, and I was utterly helpless to do anything about it. I could feel jelly flooding into me, and pressure on my abdomen rise, it made the pain so much worse. 

He looked into my eyes and hissed, "Now look, baby, you are getting nicely sedated, good, you feel probably that there's a good amount of tranquilizer jelly in you, so you stay still while we go to medbay, and I get you back in shape. This time, I'm not holding you in chains. I'm holding you in jelly. Since you're enjoying it so much."

He lifted me up in his arms and carried me to the medbay. Again, I couldn't get any contact from anyone because I was really sedated.

He said, "Bran is taking Adam and Samuel little somewhere else so I can get my enjoyment, you see your little heat hit me hard and weakened me, but it is good to have Bran around, he is damn easy to get upset over one damn heat. "

He laid me down on the patient bed, and the very first thing he did was put a cannula, and a thick one at that, into my abdominal cavity and drip thick orange jelly from a bag that he hung on an IV stand. Then he took off my clothes and started to put the broken bones in place and tie them in place. He put my dislocated joints back in place with no pain relief at all. The pain was too much at times, and I lost consciousness again from sheer pain.

Again, he had the knowledge and skill but lacked the talent I've always seen in Damon. It was as if this part had never done this work. Or maybe he was just in a state of mind where he'd never treated anybody. Again one more proof that Damien was not part of Damon. I didn't understand why I had to be mutilated so that he could fix it.

My life was a living hell. My bones weren't healing very fast, and I was metallized. He didn't do anything to them. I had several wounds, and they had gotten infected already. He mostly poked at the wounds and made them ache and add to my pain, supposedly reattaching broken bones when I had moved them wrong.

If the bones in my arm are in little chips and that arm is bound with something like a support bandage, they won't hold in place. Same with my back. He hadn't even touched my spine. And that damn jelly. Every day, all day, I kept seeing that fucking orange bag and feeling it dripping all over the bottom of my stomach.

I was confused, helpless, and in pain, he did some pretty damn painful things to me, and a little more complication when my multiplication enzyme got loose, he would open me up, took some organs out, not all of them and just put a little bit of blocker so it slowed down new organs forming but did not stop them at all. I was full of organs and jelly, too.