36. Koneeseen Kadonnut. (Lost In The Machine.)

Damon picked up the now unconscious Mimi naked in his arms and walked out of the house. He opened the trunk of his car and put Mimi in it. Then he returned to the house, cannulated Adam, and put a big bag of IV drips in it, adjusting the speed so that he would stay asleep for a few days and not immediately come looking for him. Then he left his wallet and phone on the bedside table, smiling coldly as he walked to his car and drove off. The smell of wet dogs lingered in the house. 

Evil was pleased as he drove to his destination. The invincible was unconscious, the shed was ready, and the core imagined he was doing a teaching session, a lesson. Still, he would come along, and this would be a little harder experience for the invincible.

He was already thinking about the future; that the invincible was now in good shape at over 60 kilos only gave a boost to his plans, and he was already thinking hard about how he could weaken the invincible the most.

He kept his thoughts partly his own and partly let them be in the mind of the good so that he, too, would think them his own thoughts. Their parents had given him, with evil, the opportunity and the skill to have this body for himself because they, too, had seen how he deserved this body. Not a good one.

Damon drove through several states before he found his destination. He drove down a narrow forest road with a stern expression as he thought about Mimi's behavior and how he would teach her.

The rage was roasting full in his mind, and nothing told him he was being manipulated and made to do things he actually wouldn't have wanted to do if he could have thought straight.

The dark woods were difficult to drive through, but he got there, and his trusty SUV negotiated the rough terrain with ease. He parked the car, went and opened the shed door, then picked up his victim from the trunk and carried her naked inside. He shut the door.

He took the belt and put it around Mimi. It was made to measure, and he made sure it was just right. He put strong shackles on Mimi's arms and legs, there were sheets under her lower body, he took the cannulae and began to cannulate his victim with satisfaction.

Putting the IV bags in place and pulling the racks already in place, he stayed leaning against the wall and watching his victim. It was cool in the shed, and he knew how hard Mimi's body was spending calories to stay warm. Mimi was in good shape now, but wouldn't be for long.

He enjoyed the feeling of power he got from looking at his helpless victim and knew it would get better once the victim woke up and they could get started. Mimi's breathing was heavier already. She was waking up.

I woke up tied to the table again. The cold steel table felt unforgiving beneath me, and I tried to get my eyes open and my vision to focus. My mind was still drugged and confused.

A voice said, "Morning student, time to go through the lesson again. Don't think you're going to get a hold of your rage or anything else. Or even wake up properly. We're about to start. Adam will probably sleep for a couple of days before he even wakes up and realizes what's happened, and we're not in Canada anymore."

Damon was in black. Black T-shirt, black jeans. There was still low lighting and lots of shadows. Damon blended into the shadows now and then, completely disappearing from view. The IV stands were already in place and I was again full of cannulas.

Passionfruit smelled as he attached them and poisoned his own wife.

I said, "You know what's coming. Remember the last time, remember me being fucking scared? You want me to pee myself again as I see you?"

Damon looked at me coldly and said, " I got you fixed, didn't I? And now, let's see if I can get this done the way it needs to be done. "

He was completely cold and emotionless, and I knew it wouldn't do any good to talk to him now. 

He was dripping the stuff again, and I saw a row of bottles and jars on the walls of the shed. 

One by one, the cannula was attached, and the drips were made. The bags were small again, and my head got cloudy. I was a bit confused already; I couldn't understand why my hand wasn't moving at all. There was a belt clamped to my chest. I tried to move and squirm. Something was squeezing my chest and breasts very hard. 

Damon said, "It's a rib crusher. I'll show you this version. There are magnetic balls in here. On both sides and really strong. When you put a current in here, the magnets activate and attract each other. The electromagnets, you see. There's a little spring like this under each ball, which lifts the ball in this pocket that it's sewn into. So these are at your ribs, and the balls want to come together. This belt compresses as much as your rib cage will allow, as these springs move the balls along and even back. The springs are strong. They move. See, one of these pockets is made exactly to fit your rib bone, so the ball moves over your rib bone all the time. At some point, breaking it. Look."

Damon inserted the plug in the belt into the wall, and the vest shrunk into a pile. I was pretty worried now, then. 

 Damon looked like he really couldn't get his balls unstuck until he unplugged the plug. 

 "Now I've got that vest pretty damn tight already, and now I'm putting it on. If it looks like there's not enough power, I'll get a magnet to give me more power. Enjoy."

Now I smelled a wet dog as he turned the power on, and the balls started digging into my ribs. I tried to hold my breath, but the stuff was dripping into my veins relentlessly, making my mind go haywire, and everything I tried to think of to endure this was gone from my mind. 

Damon watched as the vest worked. He leaned against the wall and sent a haunting chase, terror, and fear through Mimi's mind as he realized the substances were working.

Mimi moaned softly, and Damon walked to the counter, picked up the silver syringe again, went over, paralyzed Mimi's vocal cords, and said, "I'll talk; you listen and learn."

His rage had not yet subsided and not knowing how evil was manipulating him, made him look for all the shit in Mimi's mind that made his rage escalate, his mind go fuzzy and gave evil a chance to surface. 

 The sense of pressure was ridiculous. It ran down my ribs, and the pain started coming pretty soon. I knew that, at some point, something was going to give. Then Damon put more stuff in the drain. Reality blurred again. The smell of wet dog, the pain in my ribs, the passionfruit vines that wrapped around me and kept me from escaping.

I feared again and hard. Sometimes, I came back to reality for a moment only to feel my ribs cracked and the balls still grinding them apart, puncturing my lungs again and again. Then again, some substance and everything went fuzzy. And I could hear the talking all the time. Damon seemed to walk around the table, talking in a steady, calm, creepy voice as he explained my injuries in detail. 

He watched as the invincible weakened. How her chest was already misshapen that he enjoyed hearing how her ribs cracked first, the healing ability not quite up to the task as the vest was relentless. He kept the invincible quiet, never giving her a chance to speak lest she get a good side to reason. The invincible had already lost weight. The shed was cool. 

The substances sped up her metabolism to its peak, and the crushing pain and damage caused by the vest caused the healing ability to run out quickly. Soon, nothing would heal, and he enjoyed it very much.

He always let the good come to the surface when it was time to change the dirty sheets out from under Mimi and put clean ones in their place. But he changed into a different vest for her.

He took the vest off for a moment, always waiting for the healing process to do what it could, and put the next vest on, enjoying the way Mimi's lungs were bursting.

He talked to Mimi all the time. " Do you feel, baby? You no longer have ribs or bone crush, and now you get a new vest; this one keeps the crush moving and rubs it against your lungs; how many times have your lungs burst? Oh shit, I haven't counted, baby; well, never mind. Let's move on. This is way too much fun, and you're so out of it now that you understand nothing, but this memory will stay. I'll take care of it, and sometime far in the future, you'll remember these sessions exactly without the effect of the drugs; your memory will work that way. I will put them in their place then sometime if you need them."

He walked around the table and talked, enjoying his power. Enjoying how he made the invincible weak, frightened, crushed.

I was in the woods or somewhere sound a panting sound came from behind me. I smelled a wet dog, and I picked up the pace. Just as I thought I was gaining ground, passionfruit tendrils fell from the tree and wrapped around my chest and waist, squeezing my ribs together, and all I could hear was a voice explaining how my ribs were crushed and how weak I was.

Horror and fear rushed into my mind, and I took my sanity with it. My muscles ached, and pain ripped through my body. I was too confused to understand anything at all. All I got were sensations and confusion, and a black ball of fear grew in my mind again, but I was afraid of passionfruit, not a wet dog.

Damon was what I was afraid of, and a lot. I was helpless, in pain, in shock, and weakening at a frightening rate. I knew somehow it would take time to recover from this, too. But nowhere in the meantime could I find my rage or even get myself worked up, pissed off. I was too messed up and too medicated to do anything like that. 

Damon went on; he had been treating Mimi for two weeks, and slowly, the rage subsided. Despite that, Mimi's mind kept flashing back to the phone calls with Jarod, and Damon kept teaching; he kept hitting her with more drugs that would cause muscle spasms or arrhythmia. He always restarted Mimi's heart when she stopped.

Mimi had lost weight and a lot, but it didn't cause any concern in Damon, no sense of care or lack of nourishment. The lesson was supposed to be a hard one, and you could get through it, but you had to learn it by heart. Only through fear and respect would he get what he let his wife do and not do. He was ruthless, had no regrets, and did not know the black ball of terror this experience had already built in Mimi's mind.

He walked into the small room, into the kitchen, took a cup, poured coffee for himself, and drank it in peace. Let Mimi lie tied to the table in a daze as his substances affected her mind and her body, and he drank the coffee.

Mimi was immortal, no damage would be permanent, but Mimi would learn how fucking far he would go to get his way. He sent another transmission of terror and fear into Mimi's mind with a good dose of pursuit and a sense of haunting, also desperation.

Damon was a telepath, he was fucking skilled, and he had always captured these emotions from his victims, stored them in one particular place in his mind where he could project them; some of these emotions were even his own; his life hadn't always been easy. Not even close, and there was a time, in fact, many times, when he had been a victim, weak.

He was now strong and was no longer a victim, but his experiences had taught him how powerful a weapon these feelings were. Once he had learned to project them into the minds of his victims and realized their practicality, then the victim had become a predator, a beast, strong.

He nor his evil twin did not know what they were creating inside Mimi's mind. The darkness that lived there started to grow, slowly, but surely. Her weakness would not be endless. Someday she would be strong and the cycle of torture would continue.