Macavity was standing there, flanked by two henchcats. Nova hissed fiercely at him. Macavity just smirked. Nova snarled "Where is my daughter, Macavity?"

"At my lair…why?"
"Why? WHY??? You know damn well why…release her."
"No, I don't think I will. However, if you're done with her, I'll gladly take her off your hands…"
I gave a small gasp, hoping Nova wouldn't let Macavity hurt me. But he just said, to my dismay "She's not mine to protect. Take her. Please, Macavity, let my daughter go!"
"No."

"Bastard." At this, I was released - and the henchcats pounced! I didn't even get to scream; a filthy paw was pressed straight to my mouth! I struggled, receiving countless punches. Then, Macavity strode forwards. The strays pulled my head up, and Macavity pressed a knife to my throat. I gasped, the tears staining my cheeks.

"I'm giving you this one warning, Tumble. Stop struggling, or I will slit your throat!"
I froze. "You wouldn't…"
"Try me!"
"Please…please, let me go…"
"No!"

I sobbed, shaking. Macavity gave a cold sneer - and booted me in the groin! I cried out, screaming in pain. Next second, a fist connected with my face and all went black.

I woke sharply, looking round in pain and confusion. My stomach was throbbing…I soon found out why, as a foot connected with my stomach, again I presumed.

I groaned in pain. Looking up, I cowered upon seeing Macavity standing over me, flanked by four or five strays. I shivered, losing all will to fight; losing all will to live. I hung my head, hoping that whatever he was gonna do, he'd get it over with.

The next moment I was being dragged to my feet. My head was pulled up, and Macavity placed the same blade against my neck. I gave a soft whimper, shivering.

"Scared, little kitty?"

"Y-y-y…yes…" My voice was barely a whisper. Macavity sneered, pressing the knife a bit harder.

"So, you fear death, eh? Tell me, what else do you fear?"
My mind numb, I gave in. "Pain…torture…"

"Rape?"

That took a second to sink in. When it did, I reeled back.

"Y-y-y-you w-w-wouldn't…"
"You really want to test that theory?"
Brutally I was flung down onto my back, Macavity looming over me.

I screamed then. Macavity just smirked, and straddled me. I flinched away, whimpering in terror.

"Shit no…ohhh, Macavity please, please…I'm begging you don't do this!"
He smirked. "Why shouldn't I? What's stopping me?"
I cried harder as he continued.

"I could make it pleasant for you, be gentle. Or of course, I could just make you scream. Which would you prefer?"

I was in a right state by this point. My face was tear-stained, my nose running, and I was trembling violently all over. I managed to choke out another weak, desperate plea: "H-Heaviside, M-Macavity…p-p-p-p-please…a-a-anything but that…"
"Anything?"
I nodded, coughing, crying and whimpering. He ran a taunting hand down my cheek, but I had no will to flinch or turn away.

An age seemed to crawl by, with me hanging in the claws of terror, petrified that at any second he would carry out his threat and take my virginity.

Finally, he smirked and sat up, moving his hips so his groin rubbed against mine. I whimpered pathetically. He smirked, stroking my cheek again, then standing up. I watched him through puffy eyes, praying with all my might, that he would have mercy…