Chapter One
My head was spinning out of control – the mask that covered my head was ripped and close to becoming nothing more than some loose fabric flapping over my skull. The room I was in was pitch-black and I knew that whatever was happening wasn't good at all. Frayed ropes bound my hands together behind the back of the metal chair I was tied to and no matter how hard I tried to use my claws to free myself from the situation, it was to no avail.
What had happened to me?
"Wakey wakey," a gruff voice mumbled through the darkness, an obviously malicious intent imprinted in his tone, "you need to be awake right now."
I shook my head, a displeased and pained groan escaping my lips. "Under whose orders?"
Soon, I saw the man who seemed so intent on making this bad for me; he was bald and solid, with some muscle, but the main thing that I noticed immediately wasn't his shape or lack of hair – it was his face. Across his hideous, tanned face lay three scars, each parallel to each other, resembling cat scratches. Was it me? Had I done that while I was out cold?
"That doesn't matter. You'll pay for what you did to me, whether he wants me to or not!" So it was me. The man pointed at his face, his shaky hands grabbing my legs. Honestly, I wasn't sure what he was trying to do, but he was starting to annoy me more than anything.
"Do you mind? I like my space and right now, you're entering my personal bubble. Please leave my personal bubble."
"Shut up!"
Even my attempt at a joke didn't lighten the mood. The guy continued to fumble with my free legs, not realising just how much I was holding back. It would only take time before I struck.
"This is really boring... Can you just let me out of here already? I don't like confined spaces."
"Shut up!"
Finally, sick of his caressing my legs eagerly, or whatever he was doing to them, I pulled my right leg back and thrust it straight into his stomach, watching as he doubled over in pain. Struggling against the ropes, I felt a sharp piece of metal cut through my skin, and after a moment of anger and pain, I realised how much it would help me. Positioning the rope over the exposed metal, I furiously rubbed the material against the chair, and within seconds, I was free. So why didn't my claws work?
"Alright! Who's the smug bastard who tied me to the chair?" I stumbled through the darkness, falling into a familiar chest. As soon as my hand reached the clothing the person in front of me was wearing, my breathing fumbled, and I found myself wishing that I was anywhere else.
For a lady dressed like a cat, plenty of strange things happened.