SORRY, GINGERSTAR14!!!! :(

I KNOW that I copied your idea, a bit. It's just that.... IT WAS SO GOOD!!!! :D

But mine is longer; don't forget that! ;3

Okay, so; I PROBABLY won't be able to get another chapter done tonight, but.... on Friday, when I get back, I'll try to get THREE chapters up!!!! Can you imagine?!?! THREE!!!! :D


Wanna Play?

Dawnpaw padded through the forest. Everything was quiet.

A little too quiet.

She looked around nervously, jumping at every sudden movement. The mist was hanging heavy around the trees, and she was finding it hard to see. It was just before dawn, and she had woken up early, so she had decided to take a walk.

It was quiet and scary around the camp before dawn. Dawnpaw wasn't even sure where she was anymore. The trees looked unfamiliar.

I…. I've got to be still in ThunderClan territory. I've just got to! She was getting desperate. She didn't know where to go.

She didn't even know where she was anymore.

StarClan, help me! Dawnpaw prayed silently. I don't even know what to do anymore!

She padded through the forest for what seemed a long time. When the mist finally cleared up, she could hear, see, and smell properly again. She gasped.

The trees smelled weird, like rogues. There was also a bitter tang of blood, and the whole area just felt forbidding.

Another clue was the sounds. It was still quiet…. there was not much rustling in the background. Dawnpaw jumped when she heard a distant scream, but it soon faded out.

Probably just a bird's alarm call, she thought. But even she couldn't convince herself.

The trees and plants and pathways were…. different. Just another clue for the truth that she could never hide from herself, not in a million moons:

This was definitely not ThunderClan territory.

She didn't even hear the footsteps, and all of a sudden, she was ambushed.

"NO! HELP!" she yowled, as a cat jumped on her from behind and pinned her down. She struggled to get up, and threw the other cat off of her. All she could see were evil, grinning faces on cat-shaped shadows, and more joined the circle around her as she watched.

Dawnpaw trembled, wondering what would happen. This looked terrible.

"Where…. what…. who are you cats? Where am I?" she whimpered nervously.

The black one at the front smiled. Evilly. Knowingly. Cunningly. Those were all expressions that ranged across the cat's face. She noticed that he stood out from the group. He had one white paw, but…. that was it. This cat, and all the rest of them, had red eyes. They looked just evil.

"Oh, sweetie, you have wandered onto the territory most commonly known as 'The Torturers' Space,'" he purred sweetly.

"The…. The T-Torturer's…. Sp-Space….?" Dawnpaw asked uncertainly. Then, she startled. "Wait, what?!"

"Why, yes, lovely kitty," the leader purred. "Now, come along!" His face hardened into a very evil smile, and a cat behind her clawed at her rump. Dawnpaw jumped.

"Ow!" she yowled. She felt pain!

"Lovely," the cat who had clawed her reported. "This one will do wonderfully."

"Well, then; let's get to it!" the leader exclaimed, and the cats began to move. Dawnpaw's attacker roughly pushed her along, and she stumbled along with them.

They had not been walking for too long when they came to a thick hedge. There was a hole in the hedge, and the cats shoved her through it, murmuring excitedly. Dawnpaw couldn't pick out what they were saying, but she was sure that it would be something bad.

When Dawnpaw emerged into the clearing, she gasped, and stared in shock. There were cats….! In cages….! They all looked miserable and unfed. They all had scars on their bodies.

"Well, kitty; you go in here," the cat who had clawed her before said, shoving her into a vacant cage and closing the lock. Dawnpaw yowled very loudly, and scrabbled at the cage bars.

"Oh, it's too late for that, sweetie," a cat purred. "Get some rest. You have a big event happening later on."

Still apprehensive, Dawnpaw curled up on the cold, hard cage floor and went to sleep.

She was awakened roughly with a claw prodding her in the shoulder and a loud yowl of, "Get up, pretty toy!"

Dawnpaw turned around and hissed. "Redpaw, don't you dare call me that!" But then, she realized where she was. She was in this cage, with these cats all around her. She shivered, and let two large black cats escort her out of the cage.

They dragged her over to an area in the middle of the clearing. All the cats who had been in the cages were sitting at the front of the group, being held by black cats with leashes and collars.

"We announce to you, the newcomer! She's a pretty one, all right," said the leader with the white paw, holding her up.

"Rock, can I torture her?!" yowled one cat. Dawnpaw guessed that the leader was named Rock.

"Sure, sure!" he purred. "Wanna play?" he asked Dawnpaw with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Dawnpaw was too afraid to say anything, so she just nodded. Rock laughed.

"Bring out the spikes!" he yowled.

Some cats rolled out a bed of spiky things. Then, they pushed Dawnpaw down onto yet another board, making her so that she was belly-side-up. They fastened her paws to it with shackles and held the boards as they flipped it over and put her belly precariously close to the spikes.

Suddenly, Dawnpaw realized what they were going to do. "No! NO! Please! Please, don't! STOPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!—" Her scream was abruptly cut off as they lowered her belly down onto the spikes and started rubbing her lightly along it. They were pointy, so they cut small wounds. They started rubbing her harder and harder, faster and faster, pushing her belly farther into the spikes! Dawnpaw screamed.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!!!" she screeched, blood pouring out of her belly and chest and pooling around the spikes' base.

"Oh, too late for that, precious toy," Rock purred. They took her off the spikes and, flipping the board over so that she was belly-side-up again, removed her from the board and pinned her down in the middle. The cat who had asked earlier to torture her came up and, while two cats held Dawnpaw down, smiled evilly and rubbed his paws together. He reared above her, and then….

He struck.

Dawnpaw screamed, wild with pain, shaking her head over and over again, as he raked his claws down her belly again and again. He flipped her over and scraped his claws down her back, and then flipped her over, belly-side-up, again. And then, he leaned in. His thing was close to her pussy, and he lightly pressed it in, whispering, "My precious," over and over again. His voice was evil, and so were his intentions.

Dawnpaw moaned in pleasure and pain. All of a sudden, he started going in really hard and fast!!! She screamed in pain and pleasure again, and it seemed to go on forever. Then, it stopped, and Rock said, "Now, this torturing session has ended."

And two cats shoved her back into her cage, and latched it shut. Rock went up to her and laughed in her face, and she whimpered painfully, "Can you let me go now, please?"

"No; you're here for good. Sorry, sugar," he whispered, stroking her cheek with a claw. She sighed in apparent pleasure, although there was nothing pleasurable about it.

Once he was done, she sighed and went to sleep.

Later, when she woke up, she saw Rock's face at her cage bars again.

"Wanna play?" he asked evilly.