21. The Final Countdown.

Damon's satisfaction grew as he observed the sedative taking hold, a faint aroma wafting through the air. Mimi's pallor, weight loss, and perpetual exhaustion were all too apparent. The room felt heavy with worry as Damon pondered who could be responsible, his suspicion fixated on Mirella.

She had been a constant source of annoyance, and Damon had to restrain himself countless times from ending her life, all because Bran seemed to shield her. The scent of false heat lingered no more, but with Adam and Charles now present in the medbay, Damon divulged his findings.

This was not a mere heat, and upon closer examination of Mimi's notes, Damon discovered it had occurred twice before, resulting in uterine infections instead of the desired heat experience with Adam and Charles. Damon was convinced that Bran played a role in this ordeal, although lacking concrete evidence.

Bran had brushed off Mimi's sepsis as a pretense for attention, even going as far as accusing Damon of sabotaging her heat and stealing from him. A display of fangs and a menacing promise from Damon silenced Bran temporarily, allowing Damon to return to the medbay and confer with Adam and Charles.

Charles confirmed Mimi had refused any involvement with Bran, denying any sexual encounters. Within a day, the blood culture bottles overflowed with a repugnant mix of bacteria. Despite the grim situation, Damon was aware of Volcano's boredom. This was no game when Mimi fell ill so rapidly, devoid of any weakening. Volcano detected her inability to be a victim in this state of sickness, prompting Damon to coax Volcano into a near-slumber.

Damien was angry, so he had been robbed of his victim and he knew that this was all Bran. Mimi was just too sick to be of any use to him and in that condition, she could not take the week in the shed, so he had no choice this time, let Damon be on the surface, to do the best he could what was saving and healing Mimi. Someday, Damien swore to himself he would get rid of Bran and Samuel and he had an idea about that too. He would also get rid of Dresden, Magnum at least, and so many others, but the time for that was not yet. 

Damon said to the men, "Now, I know this much. This is Mirella's fault, at least partly and I guess Bran has his fingers in this too because he is defending Mirella. those drops are making Mimi susceptible to infection. They are also relaxing her cervix, making a port of infection to her womb. And they dry her up, her pussy, that is." 

Charles said, "Fine, I buy that, but what next? Those aren't opportunistic bacteria. Where does she get them from? What has infected her and what we are gonna do to her?"

Men continued to talk and ponder. It was a genuine mystery, at least partially, and maybe they could find the source of infection or think of some way where those bacteria had come from. There was no lake, so she did not get them from the water. They were usually found in lakes and such, but in nature. She had not been in the wild in quite some time. Heat mimicry was one question, too. Why?

A strong antibiotic would work on at least some of them, but all three were baffled as to where the infection had started and why it was mimicking heat. Now he knew the purpose of the substance. Those herbs weakened Mimi's immune system and made her vulnerable to bacteria. They also relaxed her cervix, keeping her uterus open, so infection could get in more easily. Drying her pussy up so her normal flushing mechanism would not work at all.

They began to carefully examine the wing, the soft light from the overhead lamp casting a warm glow on their faces. Mimi had spent almost six months in this old, creaky house now, but the wing was freshly made, very warm and inviting, and Damon liked this wing. This felt like home. But because of this infection and something warning him, Damon couldn't shake the feeling that someone here was the source of the pathogen.

Eventually, their investigation led them to the spa, the scent of rose, lily of valley, and lilacs filling the air. Damon meticulously tested every product, his gloved hands moving deftly over each bottle. His surprise was palpable when he discovered that it was Mimi's own body wash that was the culprit, its sickly sweet fragrance now tainted with suspicion. No bacteria could be found in Mirella's or Mimosa's body wash, but Mimi's bottle was teeming with it.

As Damon checked the other bottles in the cupboard, his heart sank. They were all from the same batch. With a heavy sigh, he discarded the contaminated product, pondering how it could have become so infested. The sense of frustration hung in the air as he mulled over Mirella's involvement. Was it simply jealousy that drove her to sabotage Mimi's happiness? No real culprit behind this had to have been Bran.

With mounting evidence, it became glaringly obvious that Mirella's new shower products were the cause of these recurring uterine infections. He could feel his fury begin to rise and Mirella was starting to look so damn good to a victim.

Damon's voice held a mix of anger and disappointment as he addressed the men gathered around him.

"So here is what Mirella and Bran had planned," he began, the words dripping with contempt. "First, she wanted Mimi to experience false heat, using these herbs and substances to deceive her body. That's the pain she had been feeling, as that false heat was taking hold. Then, at the same time, everyone encouraged her to take a bath, unknowingly exposing her to this bubble bath that made her susceptible to infection, drying her up and ensuring she wouldn't engage in any sexual activity. It was a way to prevent any real heat from occurring."

His eyes met Adam and Charles', their expressions mirroring his growing anger. He couldn't help but feel a sense of self-blame, wishing he had intervened sooner. "Then, when this false heat was ready, she was forced to engage in sex, her dried-up body unable to withstand the strain. Of course, good sex would moisten her, but it also caused her delicate mucous membranes to tear, making it easy for infection to take hold. And a few weeks later, it culminated in a full-blown uterine infection. This cycle would be repeated until she was desperate enough to seek help from Bran."

Damon's voice trembled with fury and frustration. "And then Bran would give her what she truly desired–a normal heat, with no complications. She would learn to associate only him with a pleasurable heat."

As his theory unfolded, the anger in the room grew, a palpable tension hanging in the air. The men were livid, their anger directed at Bran and his obsessive pursuit of heat, especially Mimi's. The memory of Bran's heinous act on that desolate island still burned in their minds, a stark reminder of the depths to which he would sink. Charles thought his father would never learn. 

Mirella was seething with rage. The plan was yet to be discovered. Master would not be pleased. Master had been planning everything so carefully for millennia. Mirella only wanted to serve her master, and now this fucking Salvatore had ruined everything. Master had convinced Mirella that she would have Damon for himself in the end.

Everything had gotten just brilliant, and she had been so close to getting this plan through, but then Master had got tired of waiting and went, raped that damn little bitch but that had not worked either. Master had been so angry when returning from that island. Now that little bitch had gotten seriously sick and all the men were fawning over her. Well, soon they would be hers, not little bitches. 

"Damon is my mate, my husband, my slave." Mirella thought to herself. She had so many plans for their future. One with Damon wearing the collar and obeying her fully.

Mirella wondered, though, what the little bitch's face would be like when it all came out. How stupid the little bitch had been. How the Master and Mirella had manipulated her for so long. Master had told her to make sure that the little bitch was regularly in false heat, so she would not want to keep her heat with Adam and Charles but she would come to ask help for Master, and only Master's care was supposed to be good, but the little bitch was such a freak that nothing was quite working.

She had developed a substance for the bitch after the Master had done his thing that messed up her heat. The bitch was not supposed to fuck. Her little concoction had driven her sex drive to the cellar. She had made the bitch susceptible to uterine infection and was happy with every infection. She never put silver clips on the bitch. The bitch just had to grow a new uterus and a new false heat until she would have understood to ask the Master for help. And with him, her heat would have been perfect, with no complications.

The bitch would then at some point realize that the Master would be the best heat nurse. She enjoyed it when the little bitch started to suffer pain months before the heat, and no one could find the cause. She just gave a little something that guaranteed an inflammation of the uterus or such a hard heat that no one wanted to fuck her even after that. Her heat would be so messed up and only the master could help. But that damn bitch was so stubborn, not going to ask the Master for help.

Master was patient, he had to learn to be patient because some things just take time. Manipulating Salvatore had been surprisingly easy, perhaps because he could talk so that at least part of Salvatore would listen, the part that enjoyed the torture and pain. That part was good to talk to and control. Master had been disappointed that there was no separate part inside Salvatore but he could coax that side out of him if needed.

Mimi, on the other hand, was a challenge. How had he ever gained Mimi's trust, but Mimi somehow knew how to get on his nerves so that more than once he was about to reveal his cards? Mimi was so damn stubborn, so strong and it made Master angry, got him all riled up and almost sloppy.

Over the years, he had been forced to develop a thicker skin for Mimi. He was far from being directly responsible for all the evil Mimi had suffered over the years; he had carefully steered Salvatore in the right direction, but when it came to pharmaceutical companies, Europe gigs, fight clubs and even witches, he was far from being directly responsible.

Master had just done a little manipulation and gotten Mimosa almost in the heat all the time, making sure that little bitch had minimal support, at least from Adam and Charles because they had to tend Mimosa's heat. When it comes to Salvatore, well, he had gotten stronger. That side of him, the bad side, and Master had lost his grip on him. So he could no longer make him obey and order him around. Of course, his being eviler, hurt the love between him and Mimi again working for master. Heartbroken Mimi was easier to manipulate than one in love with Damon.

But then the little bitch had decided that she wasn't going to take all the men. The Master didn't like it and had ordered the little bitch to learn her place and told Mirella to expose the little bitch to germs so the Master could help and the little bitch would be grateful. So she had done what he had asked. Same time doing a little more sabotage here and there, for the future, when she would get her mates, her men and little bitch would feel her wrath.