I fled and fled into the forest, until the twoleg place flashed in front of me. I took a quick left on the thunderpath's edge. I had to run, run, run…
They were getting closer.
Death is coming closer.
If not death, torture.
If not torture, hell.
No, I can't go back.
My shoulder was throbbing with pain, and my breath grew ragged. Fox growled, "Raccoon! Get her!"
A shape knocked the breath out of me, and more shapes clustered around me. I panted as pain shot up through my body. Blood stained the thunderpath, leaking profusely from a deep gash. Vixen and Steel had their claws slashing at my flanks and fangs sinking into my body. I shriek and begged them to stop. They didn't but slashed harder.
Fox growled in satisfaction, "So sad, we'll have to use the collar way. Raccoon, hand me the collar."
A small tabby she-cat, the one who had knocked me down handed Fox a collar with a rope attached to it. He shoved it over my head, and grabbed the other end of the rope. My flanks still stung with pain. As I shrieked and begged for mercy, Fox shoved his face into mine, biting my nose at the same time, "No one escapes Fox."
He struck my cheek over and over again, and Vixen grabbed my hind leg and pulled. Fiery torture shot through my leg and I froze with pain, shrieking even louder, "Please, stop. Please…"
I realized my leg was dislocated. The two cats stopped hitting me and Vixen meowed, "Ooh. That must hurt. Too bad. Let's do it to the other legs."
All my legs were dislocated and I was in spasms of pain. Steel nudged this leg the wrong way, while Fox nosed another awkwardly. Vixen slashed at my joints. Only Raccoon did nothing, with her jaws on the rope. Her ringed tail was folded neatly around her legs.
It never seemed to end, only my face stuck out in all the mauling. I pleaded Raccoon, wincing, "Stop them. Please. It hurts…"
Raccoon got up and nudged Fox, "We should stop. How will she hunt for us?"
Fox turned and slashed at Raccoon's face. He snarled but still ordered the other two to stop. I was still in pain. Raccoon's pretty black face was bloody, and a scar ran from under her eye to her chin. That eye was closed from the blood welling up.
Fox, Vixen and Steel sat their enjoying my never ending spasms. I twitched here and pleaded for mercy. Vixen yawned and asked Fox if they could put me back. Fox growled, "Then how would she learn her lesson?"
My legs were splayed out at odd angled, and my eyes were glazed with pain. Fox padded towards me, and surveyed my wounds. He picked out the biggest gash on my twitching foreleg and pushed down on the raw skin. I yowled and tried to wriggle free.
Fox yawned and then growled into my face, "You could never escape us, because we always catch you, and you will hurt." He jabbed all 4 paws into 4 large gashes. I gasped in pain.
"Raccoon, Steel. Put it back."
Steel located my legs back painfully, and jabbed it again. Raccoon put it back more carefully. Vixen, Fox and Steel stretched out on the sidewalk and yawned. Raccoon handed the collar string to Fox and he took it.
Vixen snorted and said, "Come groom our fur."
I shuddered at the thought of grooming my blood from an enemies' fur. I didn't object, though. As I tasted the metallic blood, I realized I hadn't eaten at all today. As I groomed their fur, they awarded me with lazy kicks and scratches.
I crawled up to Fox and I was painfully flipped onto my back. Fox put a dark ginger paw on my throat and squeezed, making me gasp for air, which was impossible. He let go slightly, and I drew in air. Then he squeezed again, and let go. Fox enjoyed me struggling for life, and even bit my leg while he was at it.
"What do you want?" he drawled.
I gasped and said, "Food!"
He shifted his body and sat on my throat, making me suffocate. Fox said then, "Hmm… do you think you deserve food?"
I shook my head and his tail batted my face, and my nose threatened to sneeze.
"Then you don't get any."
He removed his weight and meowed again, "But we want some. Do we deserve any?"
More than anything else in the whole world other than freedom, I wanted to shake my head and yowl, "Of course not!" but I didn't.
"Yes, of course master."
"Then go get us some!!"
He bit my ankle and watched me scamper away.
VPOV
Stupid furball. She was always getting in trouble. I loved watching her suffer, it was like a hobby I could do every day. Ha!
I even ordered her to beg me for suffering! Have you ever seen a more pathetic cat? When she came back carrying her heavy load, I grinned. More play time. She first carried food to Fox, then Steel, then me.
When she came, she drooped down so low I almost laughed out loud. I put a claw on her head and said, "You are the most pathetic cat I've ever seen, Bug."
She whimpered. I unsheathed and sheathed a claw coolly, and enjoyed her horror. Her eyes widened and I brought my claw to her face. I put it lightly under her chin, and brought her face up to mine.
I studied her horrified face and smiled. I think I would let her off easy, today, or not.
"Lay at my feet, belly side up."
She obeyed. I slowly drew my paw back and forth over her fur, and enjoyed her horror and anticipation. I put a claw at her throat and then on her belly, deciding which I should attack first. Then I told her to lie at my feet, back side up.
She obeyed again, slowly and shuddering. I loved the feel of a shuddering body at my feet, so I enjoyed it more. I slashed at her back and she cried out. Music to my ears.
"Don't move," I ordered her. Bug froze. I positioned myself above her and put both paws on the back of her neck. I struck her ears and scruff, and licked the blood from my paws. Pathetic.
POV changeback
I shuddered at her stroke on my fur, breathing on me. Where would she cause me pain? Where?
Pain lanced up my spine and scruff. She was attacking the raw flesh torn away from the earlier torture. I grimaced as she prepared to strike again. A little dung still caked my fur, and she smeared it into my eyes. I shook my head, trying to get it out.
Cackles surrounded me. I spun around, and more laughter shook me. Steel stalked up to me and slashed at my eyes, just grazing my eyelids. He laughed more as I saw who did it.
Blood welled up into my eyes and I fell back, blinded temporarily.
When I regained my vision, I did my dirt duty, preparing for the same behavior as before.
FPOV
I loved having a slave cleaning my fur and doing all our chores. We were bound to get fat and chubby, so we exercised on Bug. How hilarious is that?
She was doing our dirt, I see, again. I stalked up to her, knowing she was half blind from blood. As Bug prepared to dig it, I tugged at her rope, and she fell face-first into the dung.
I laughed and laughed as she struggled uselessly in the dung. She was on her back, wriggling. I put a paw on her belly and she cringed away. I pushed down harder and forced her face into the dung.
When Steel tugged her head back up, me and Vixen stuffed dung into her parted jaws. It was hilarious! We let her lay on the floor, coughing up the vile stuff.
When she cleaned herself up, I called together my group and we prepared to travel. I let Vixen hold her collar, knowing that she loved to torture Bug the most.
To prepare a suffering drag on the ground, we bloodied and scratched one side of her flank. We put Bug on that side and dragged her over the rockiest and roughest place. We laughed at her yelping and her pleads to stop. Steel prodded and poked her as we dragged her. Pedestrians stared, and we decided to hold a torturing stand.