Mad Father - Chapter 2

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Chapter 2

Dio

I was lying by a tree at night, grooming myself, when a beautiful brown tabby she-cat caught my eye. I stood up immediately, interested. Flicking my tail, I watched as she turned around in a few circles before looking back at me. Her large green eyes seemed to twinkle at me, teasing me, before she dropped down out of sight.

Where did she go? Curious, wanting to talk to this she-cat, I raced over to where she had disappeared. There was no sign of her anywhere. Her sweet scent still lingered in the air, and I breathed it in. I wanted to talk to her even more now. Where was she?!

As I stood there, lashing my tail in confusion, the she-cat popped back into sight. She was purring, her eyes warm—but with a coldness deep inside.

"Follow me," she whispered, opening a hatch. That must have been where she'd disappeared into. Her delicate body whisked down the hole. Completely trusting her, I followed, smiling. I'd have a chance to speak to her!

We dropped into complete darkness. I strained my eyes to see even anything. The air was cold and musky, making my pelt fluff up. Where were we? However, I followed the she-cat as she walked through the tunnels, her tail waving high in the air. I stared at the walls. They were empty, but bloodstains were spattered across some of them. The stench of death grew stronger as the she-cat led me further and further through the tunnels.

The walls were now lined with tools - tools that were caked in dried blood and fur. Bottles of eyes were locked up in cabinets, staring right at me. Pelts of patterned cats were hung up to dry; one of them dripped with fresh blood. Horror rose inside of me and I whisked around, ready to sprint out of here.

This wasn't the place that I had wanted to arrive into.

"You can't do that, dear," the she-cat crooned, somehow stepping in front of me. Her eyes no longer held the warmth that they had before. "Keep going, don't be scared." Her voice dropped to a whisper at the last word. Her whiskers twitched only centimeters away from my face.

My paws itched, telling me to run. Run, run, run far away. I dodged her and sprinted up ahead, muscles straining at the upward slope. Teeth sunk into my tail, dragging me back. I yelped as I felt it pull practically out of its socket. My claws scrabbled forwards, trying to escape from this demon she-cat, but she had a strong hold. She pulled me into her grasp and shoved me forward. I gasped in pain, unable to fight back for much longer. I was scared what else she could do to me.

The she-cat shoved me into a room that smelled of death. Chills ran up and down my spine. I couldn't escape. She tied me to a bed, smiling.

"We have a good one," she meowed. "Doctor."

I turned my head, my heart pounding louder than it had ever done before. A slender brown tom glided over to me, nodding. In silence, I heard him walk over to a cabinet and mess with a few tools. What did he want to do to me?

He walked back over. His claws clicked on the floor. I felt vomit rise up - from the fear and the stench. I wanted to get out of here. I didn't want to stay. I had a bad feeling what was going to happen. The "doctor" leaned over me, holding a tool between his teeth. The end was sharpened and glinted from the dim light in the room.

I screamed as the tool carved into my face. He wanted my eye. Pain seared through my head and my sight faltered, black figures blotting out my vision. I closed my remaining eye, groaning and wishing for a quick death. What had I gotten myself into?

A soft, young voice reached my ears. The doctor stopped at once, dropping his tool and running up towards I guessed stairs were, his paws thumping as he ran up. I groaned softly, the pain pulsing through my body. My teeth gritted as I tried not to yell out - I would probably scare the young she-cat. Who was she, anyway?

"I can't sleep," I heard her meow. Her voice was laced with such a young, sweet innocence. Would she be a victim too? I didn't want her to have to go through such a thing.

The doctor murmured a reply. I didn't hear, nor did I care to. Hatred for him ran through my blood, hatred for what he was doing to me. My ears pricked up at the she-cats next words.

"I think so... Father." My heart stopped. This was his daughter? There was no way she could be safe from him. Did she even know what he did? Did she never see the walls lined with horrors or hear the screams and groans of dying cats? Such a young cat shouldn't be in this place. She was in danger every moment she was with her father. Somehow, I knew that.

Panic rose up in me as I heard the sound of his paws thumping back down the stairs. I thrashed around, the rope leaving welts in my skin. I bared my teeth, growling and yelping.

"Calm down," the she-cat's sweet voice murmured. "It'll be okay."

The doctor's scent surrounded me as he stood by me, motionless and quiet for a few moments. "He's ready," he muttered. I heard the scratchy sound of a rock being filed into a sharp tool.

"Doctor, I think she's aware of our...relationship," the she-cat mewed.

"What does it matter?" he grunted. The grating sound ceased.

"I don't believe she likes me. That's the problem, Doctor."

I heard the doctor turn towards her. "Yes, she is turning 11 moons quite soon. She'll become troublesome, that's true. Be kind to her. Make sure she's never harmed."

He paused. My heart pounded frantically as I heard him tap on the rock. And then...

I screamed, as loud as I could, as the weapon bore into my face. Pain. The pain. I screamed and screamed, wishing for the feeling to go away.

The doctor's last words were quiet and distant. "She is my most precious..."

And the pain did leave, as everything melted into a black void.

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