Yup, another update! Maybe one more also tonight, not sure yet! Macavity is playing mind games, mwah! Plus, I give you a promise of having the Jelicals more heavily involved over the next 2 or 3 chapters! Honest!
True to what Scot told me, Macavity did return, all too soon. I whimpered ever so quietly, trembling just slightly at his presence. Slowly, he moved over to stand before me. I kept my head bowed, not wanting to give him any reason to hurt me.
"I thought it may interest you to know that shortly after I took you from the junkyard, the Pollicles retreated. No-one else was hurt. Your fluff-brained protector is safe."
I glanced up, trying not to look overtly grateful in case it annoyed him. But my heart was full of relief. Macavity clearly didn't understand this. Pulling my chin up, he drew a claw down my cheek, then hit me hard across the face. I just suppressed a scream, my whole body convulsing with the shock and pain of it.
Regarding me for another moment, he let me go & sat up somewhat.
"You know, Tumble, I think I have actually been rather kind to you!"
I gagged in sheer revulsion and horror, and couldn't stop for a full five minutes. The brute just laughed and let me to it. Gasping for breath, I just managed to sob out "You sick, twisted wanker! You bastard, you filth! How have you…" but I was cut short by another hard smack to the cheek. I cried out, but Macavity was already snarling "Watch your lip, Tumblepatch! I don't take kindly to being called such names by someone in your position…nor have many tried it in the past and lived afterwards."
I sobbed pitifully at these words, in fear of my life, but Macavity just sneered at me and said "Let me explain myself to you. And again, I should say, you should feel almost privileged-" and here I gagged again! "-that I am explaining myself to a mere slave like you! But, there it is. Firstly, I could have killed you at any point, either outright or for any number of other reasons. Secondly, I could've personally tortured you myself, ultimately leading to your death or at least insanity. I did neither. Thirdly, I have only really subjected you to one rape, because if you remember I wiped your memory of the other-" and here I cried my hardest and most pitifully yet "-and, fourth, I allowed you to return to your tribe…AND spared that pathetic excuse for a tom, that friend of yours! So," and here he put a loud emphasis on, making me flinch "and, so, you should quite frankly be considering yourself really rather lucky!"
It was here I came closest to fainting. My entire body collapsed and I pulled away from Macavity; oddly, he let me go. I turned from him and collapsed onto the bed, crying my eyes out, shaking and twitching. And then, I felt a paw rest softly on my shoulder. But it did nothing to comfort me; I could tell it was Macavity's paw, and I knew the game he was playing, and it made me cry all the more, harder and much, much more despairingly. In the end, I passed out.