Whisper's POV (after Shade leaves):
Later the same morning as Shade's departure, I am still locked up alone in that one cell. I am surprisingly grateful for the lonesome. It means being as far away from Thomas as possible. Danger walks beside him. That's why I've chosen the corner farthest from the entrance. That way, I can keep an eye of the door. Thomas won't be able to hurt me as easily that way.
Don't get me wrong. I am still very much afraid. I can't stop shaking. I hope Shade and my family are looking for me. I can't give up hope on them. I know they'll save us all. Speaking of 'us', I haven't seen my sisters since our capture. I hope they're alright and not being hurt in any way.
My thoughts are interrupted by footsteps coming towards the chamber. There is a clanging sound as the door opens, revealing Thomas. I cower against the wall, afraid for my life and what else the foul murderer could do to me. He laughs at my scared expression. "Stay still, my li'l rose. You'll give me some excitement…" Thomas smirks.
I whimper as Thomas comes closer. He enters the cage, slamming the door behind him. Thomas places his filthy paw over my mouth. "Be quiet or 't will get a whole lot worse fer ya!" Thomas growls.
At my frightened nod, Thomas pulls me down so I'm laying down. He places himself over me. At the look in his eyes, I can tell what his plans are. I don't need to be a genius to figure it out. Thomas is going to rape me. My eyes fill with tears. I close my eyes, not wanting to witness this heinous act. That's when I feel the pain, over and over again, as Thomas continues to force sex on me. He rubs a paw over my stomach and other areas inappropriately.
When he is finished with the sexual abuse, he pulls me up by the scruff of my neck. "Now, I'll get ya cleaned up. Then, I'll show ya wot I want ya ta do fer me!" Thomas growls in my face.
He doesn't wait for a reply. Thomas drags me out of the chamber and into another tunnel. We follow it to yet another chamber. We enter it. I am surprised to see a female weasel and four young kits. One of them looks to be the same age as my younger siblings.
Thomas doesn't give me much chance to look at who I perceive to be his family. He drags me into a small chamber with a basin already filled with water. Thomas makes me sit in the ice-cold water. He hands me soap and makes me wash all traces of the rape from my fur and skin. Then, Thomas pulls me from the water and dries me off. "Now, ya 'ave a new purpose in life: ta be th' servant of my mate an' kits. Be nice ta them an' ya won't get 'urt. Now, c'mon!" Thomas growls while dragging me back to the main room.
The older boy kit is the first to speak about my appearance. "Dad, who is she?" He asks.
"Shut up, Colby! This isn't yer business!" Thomas snarls, slapping Colby across the face.
I wince at the sight of the abuse. I look up at Thomas. "Tell me what to do and I'll do it."
"First things first, 'elp Iris make th' kits lunch. I'll think of yer next task momentarily," Thomas smirks. I merely nod my head and begin the life Thomas is forcing me into. As I am making the lunch (ignoring my own hunger. After all, Thomas hasn't fed me), I can't help but imagine how much pain Thomas' kits are having to go through. I feel sorry for the pain they have to deal with. It is then that I swear to get them out of this hellhole once and for all.