Author's Note: Felt sadistic. I love Alex! And once again there needs to be more Madagascar fics.

~Natty.

You're Mine.

~M~

She captured me after our first successful show. Remember the one in London? Everything had been great that night. The show went fantastic and the circus promoter signed our American Tour contract. We were going back to New York! We were all so thrilled! Maybe that was why I had let my guard down so much and allowed this to happen.

Or maybe it was because I stupidly stepped out of the tent for some air to think. I didn't have the heart to tell Gia that I'd be leaving one day and never coming back. I'm not as bold as the penguins were when they took the plane and shouted that to us from the plane's microphone. I wonder if they can get me out of this mess. I guess now I have to explain where she took me and just how she was able to accomplish it.

It was my own fault. I shouldn't have gone out alone but it was only going to be a few minutes, you know. Just to think.

I guess a few minutes was all she needed to pull a sack over my head and drag me off. She put something cold and metal to my back so I wouldn't struggle. I was going to anyway or at least scream until what happened next. She said something to me that changed everything. I couldn't fight her wishes when she held a gun to my friends' heads. Metaphorically that is.

"If you do know what is best for your friends, you will come with me."

So I froze in her grip with the rope around my neck, her holding the bar to it from behind and pulling it harder. I choked a bit quietly as the barrel of her weapon dug more into my shoulder blade. I nodded with little oxygen and she had my full cooperation.

Then there was a click and the trigger was pulled. Dizziness and fatigue soon took me over as I stumbled back a bit into her. She hit me in the back of the neck with her gun painfully and I fell into the grass. I had wanted to scream or roar out my agony but that would have put my friends at risk. I could only grit my teeth and groan a bit.

All I remembered after that was a foot turning me over casually and the bag being ripped off my head. She stood over me with a quirk of ruby lips.

"Au revoir, lion!" She sang before everything went dark.

I woke up again in a daze, both my head and heart pounding on this inside. I wondered which one to listen to.

My brain told me I was drained while my heart told me something was horribly wrong. I could always listen to my heart later I reasoned before trying to turn over in sleep. It was a good thing I was picky with my sleeping positions because I realized I couldn't turn, not without being choked by the thing around my throat holding me back.

Trying to fight it only made it pull harder. The grip didn't seem to be that strong since when I pulled forward it went with me. Then the grip became stronger as it tried to pull me back twice as hard and my head was sent slamming back into the bars behind it. Bars? I couldn't breathe.

"Let him go."

My eyes shot open at her voice and the line around my neck released all of the way, the thick rope still around it however only loosened completely. I gasped for air and clutched my neglected windpipe, pulling in as much air as I could before huffing it back out again.

Even though I was no longer being pulled against it, the back of my head hit the bar walls of this enclosure in exhaustion.

As I panted my vision finally cleared enough I saw her standing on the outside of this giant cage I was in. I was able to turn my head behind me to see her guys. Two held the rod connected to the rope around my throat where all the slack was being given and another two held the rods on either side of me that were connected to the ropes around my wrists. Those were pulled tight back against the cage.

She however wasn't too happy about how what little force was being used to restrain my head.

"Not that much, idiots! He will outsmart you and get away!" DuBois complained.

That would have been a good plan had she not foiled the chance at escape I hadn't yet thought of as the restraint on my neck tightened, pulling me back hard against the bars of my prison. Now it was to hold me back rather than choke me. I guess I had to appreciate that.

"Open the door." She instructed with narrowed concentrated eyes, both directed on me.

One of her personnel came over to unlock the door to my cage that was at least ten feet away and slowly she stepped inside, her gaze never leaving me. She looked over my body as a possession, looking over what she could possibly get at first.

Her darkened eyes stopped at my wide innocent ones, her smirk never leaving her mouth while my own muzzle twitched in fear with my frown. Would she kill me? Would she let me go? I knew it would never be the latter. She'd worked too hard to get me to just let it all go now. Unless she magically got a change of heart. Something that by now I was positive she didn't even have.

I stayed silent. It's not like she could understand me anyway. I had been enlightened recently, or make that yelled at by Skipper the fact that humans had no idea what I was saying and that I should, quote, 'shut that hippie trip if I didn't want another dart in my drum circle'.

Whatever that meant I hadn't tried to talk to another human directly since.

But that wasn't the reason I didn't speak to her. The way she looked at me alone had me frightened. What she said next didn't really help.

"Your name is Alex, correct?"

My blue eyes widened even more. How could she- Never mind. For once I cursed whoever's dumb idea it was to put my name on every piece of merchandise and give me my own website. My past fame would be the death of me here!

For perhaps would be obvious reasons I wanted to stay on her good side and so I nodded obediently.

DuBois gave a chuckle before returning her disgusted frown. "How idiotic."

Well that was harsh. I watched her start to pace in front of me a bit, hands behind her back holding a strap attached to a handle. I gulped at it. It was basically like a whip only thicker.

And more painful.

I winced by just looking at it, following it with my eyes as she patrolled in front of me in some sort of thought. Finally when my throat was dry enough from gulping in fear she spoke again.

"I have a friend in your America…" She began. "He is how you say…ehhh…a poacher… I am sure he could benefit from you as much as me." DuBois' eyes trailed over my body again in what I registered as delight. "If you are perfect on your outside then I have no reason to believe there is otherwise for what is inside of you."

The strap was placed on her belt much to my relief until something black was pulled. I squinted to see what it was until it being flipped open had the shiny blade in full view.

I gasped and I think she heard me because of her grin as she neared me.

"No!" On instinct I started to pull and get away. The men pulled hard on their sticks to hold me back so I couldn't move. I only succeeded in standing up and then I was unable to escape as I was pulled back against the metal poles that made up the wall behind me.

The knife neared my chest as my backed myself against the bars as if I could back through them. I shook and my eyes watched the blade, not being able to look away from it.

"If I am not mistaken I know this is where your heart should be…Allow me to mark it for those who do not!" She slowly cut a diagonal line over my heart and then crossed it with another.

"AH!" I shouted out but all they heard was a long pained roar.

There was now a bloody 'X' over my heart. I panted as I looked down at it, tears filling my eyes.

She identified another internal organ in me and showed me where it was located with another slice across my golden fur and into my skin.

I groaned through gritted teeth loudly as she did that, gasping out my agony as she spoke of another innard and traced it with her sharp edge.

"What is wrong lion, can't you roar?"

And I did as she thrust the tip of the knife into my shoulder. Non-lethal so I wouldn't die, only be in pain. It was then that I realized she wouldn't just kill me. She was going to torture me for everything I put her though for my capture. I would never see my friends again. Even if they did find me the most I'd be is half alive. This torture could go on forever.

So I roared and roared and roared and roared…

…until I lost consciousness.