Chapter 5
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Jemima groaned softly, rubbing her head. She had a splitting head acne.
"Where-where am I?" she said softly, using her black and white paws to hoist herself up. Suddenly, all her memories of last night's incident flooded back into her head.
Her talk with her mother…
How immature her friends where…
How she was so depressed…
And Macavity.
Oh yes, she could not forget him, because he was the one who placed her here.
Jemima got into a corner of her cell, and held her knees close.
"Why… why me?" she said softly, feeling warm tears streaming down her face. Jemima quickly wiped them of her face with her black paw.
I have to be strong… she told herself. Me being sad and crying is exactly what Macavity wants!
Macavity walked into the dungeons, and looked straight at Jemima.
"Hello there," he said with an evil grin. "How this morning?"
Jemima hissed, something she usually didn't do. "Don't do that dumb small talk on me! Tell me now, why did you capture me? What use am I to you?"
"So quick to question…" Macavity said. "You act as though you are in a rush."
"Yes!" she exclaimed. "I'm in a rush to get home!"
"You won't be going anywhere until I'm done with you." Macavity said, tickling her chin. She scorned at him, shooting him a look that clearly stated, "Drop dead you scum."
"Since you are a main key in my plot, I suppose it would be polite of me if I told you what exactly I plan to do," Macavity said, casually walking around.
Before Jemima had a chance to say anything, Macavity started talking again.
"Your role in this scheme of mine is, well, you're pretty much just bait. I am using you to get to Mistoffelees. Brilliant, wouldn't you say Jemima?" Macavity beamed.
Jemima was horrified, yet curious at the same time. "Why- why me?"
"Because," he scoffed, "you're one of the queens he seems to like, and that's one of his weaknesses. And I plan on using his care for you against him."
"How dare you!" she shrieked. "That's absolutely terrible! No wonder my mother left you as son as she could! You're a monster!"
Macavity growled. "If you don't learn how to shut up, I'll teach you to!" Macavity got out his long claws. Jemima immediately shut up, not wanting any harm to come to herself.
"Good…" Macavity said, getting up and leaving. "Now all we must do is wait…" He flashed a smirk at Jemima. "I only wish I could take my revenge sooner though."
