Mistoffelees could feel the warmth of his uncles mane against him, comforting and soft. But suddenly it was gone, yanked out of his grasp and taken away. He screamed as his blue eyes snapped open, reaching out towards his uncle. Misto watched with wide blue eyes as Tugger was dragged out and held in the door way. Yutsi stood between them watching as they both struggled to reach out towards each other.

"Don't you touch him!" Tug screamed, kicking violently. "Don't you dare touch him!" Yutsi held up his paw, stopping Bailey and he other cat, they waited patiently for their next command.

"Come here." Misto jolted when he realized he was being addressed, Yutsi was holding out his paw to him. The magician shook his head, shrinking back against the wall. "I said. come. here." When he still declined Yutsi simply reached out and grabbed him, yanking him from the ground and holding the small conjurer against himself. Tugger spit and hissed, kicking and jerking every few seconds to get free. Yutsi's rough tongue dragged up Mistoffelees' pure white cheek, the acid churning in the young Toms stomach. He felt like he was going to be sick, he felt like he was going to pass out, but he knew better even though his paws were shaking and his knees were buckling. Yutsi ran his claws down his backside, creating a tremble to run up the black fur.

"No!" Tugger yelled as Bailey reached out to shut the door. He was kicking and snapping and shouting, but Bailey and the other cat were much bigger and easily dragged him down the hall. "Misto! He's just a kit, let him go! Mistoffelees!"

"What are you going to do to him?" Misto whimpered, staring at the door.

"Oh… nothing much," Yutsi muttered taking a gentle hold of the white wrists and leading him to the center of the room. "Don't move." The tan cat reached up, pulling a set of chains from the rafters. Misto could feel his heart pounding in his ears, his breath coming in too short and too quickly. The iron was cold as it closed around his joints, sending shivers down his spine as he broke into a cold sweat. His arms were above his head, and he just hung there, now unnaturally cold. Yutsi got down on one knee, fastening another set of chains around his ankle. A hoarse cry broke the silence, long and blood-curdling. The tan cat felt something wet drop on his arm, and looked up to see more tears running down the young cats face. They could both clearly hear the screams from The Rum Tum Tugger that were echoing down the halls. He looked back down at the ground and smirked,

"Come now young one. We won't have any of that." He stood, taking the white face into his paws. He crashed his lips against Misto's forcing his way into his mouth. The young tux gagged on the Toms tongue, afraid he was about to puke or pass out. Hands were gliding all over his short black fur, exploring every bit of him, the claws gently pulling at each strand of hair.

"Before we go on," Yutsi pulled away laughing at his own desperateness to release his… tension. He took a hold of the wooden pole, strong as bamboo, thick as oak. He swung it in a small circle as he took his place behind the small magician. With one strike he had the cat screaming for dear life, he could hear the vertebra in his spine cracking with the hit of the wood. Misto felt the pain in his spine, burning and aching and agonizing. He watched with tear-blurred eyes as the cat came around to the front, slamming the pole into his stomach. It happened over and over and over again, the feeling like a thousand burning suns. One could not simply explain how hurt and how pained he was. A silent cry escaped his lips, as he let his head hang low and quiet sobs breath out from his pert mouth.

"You know Magical Mister Mistoffelees, I don't think I've ever seen a Tom so…" He hissed out his 's' making the tux shiver. "Curvy." He dropped the pole with a loud clatter, letting his paws roam up and down Misto's body. Never had the young cat felt so disgusting, so low. Right then, he didn't even feel halfway real. Misto's body jerked and squirmed but he couldn't get far with his limbs being bound. He dragged his rough tongue up Misto's stomach thoroughly cleaning his face afterwards. "Just hold still damn it!"

"No!"

He gave Mistoffelees a hard punch to the jaw, knocking his face sideways. The young Tom gave a cry of pain, biting his lip to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill.

"Really, what has happened to discipline. What did your parents ever teach you?" Misto flinched, now he was really crying, sobbing and heaving with each breath.

"You're really crying aren't you?" Yutsi sighed, looking at him sadly. He didn't like loud prisoners, so he left the room, just letting the Tom hang there. It seemed like everything was just splitting at the seams, and the screams that were coming from the direction of Tugger weren't helping calm Misto.

Tugger leaned over the rock, almost like a sacrifice on an altar. Bailey's claws dug into his shoulders, dragging down his back and tearing apart the flesh as if it were butter. Tugger would've screamed, but his voice was hoarse and it was pointless. All he could think of aside from the burning pain of being torn apart cell by cell was if Misto was okay.

"Aw. Is the Rum Tum Tugger feeling a little down?" Bailey laughed, repeating the motion again. The blood was flowing, blending into his silky black fur. He wanted to scream for them to just go ahead and shoot him. Why were they doing this?

Mistoffelees looked down at the ground, the ray of light coming in as Yutsi stood in the doorway. He'd stopped crying and it was time to get back to work. He wanted to get back to work already. He sunk his claws into the white chest fur, opening up wounds and letting the blood flow onto the pristine coat. Misto hissed as Yutsi stepped away. He set fire to a pile of coals, a iron rod sticking out. It quickly grew red, then yellow, then practically white. Yutsi took a hold of the cold end, pulling it out and swinging it around whistling a soft tune as he walked back over to wear Misto was chained. The blue eyes grew wide and fearful as it stilled in front of his face.

He pressed it against the wounds that he'd recently created, getting a scream to erupt from deep within the small cat.

[GAH! That was almost good!

Expect another chapter cuz I want this to be a two-shot!

Review! No flames please and thank you!]