The next morning, Bombalurina woke with a start as Zazor entered her cell, "Macavity wants to see you." He said gruffly, "If you hurry, we may have some time left for ourselves…"
He gave a small smirk as Bomba struggled to her feet. Her joints ached from sleeping on the cold cell floor. "Good girl." Zazor chuckled. "Now, follow me…"
Bomba limped after him. She didn't protest, for she knew it would do no good. After a long length of walking, they came to a large, metal door. Zazor pushed her through it, and shut it behind her as she hit the ground. Dazed, she looked up to see the most terrifying sight of her life. Horrible, terrible devices lined the walls, most of which she had no name for; a long pole topped with a ball, covered in nails, a long silver blade tied to a rope which hung from a large wooden block, and, in the center of the room, a foreboding wooden frame with a rope attached to each corner. Worst of all, next to the device stood Macavity, smiling like a maniac. He gestured to the room at large. "Welcome to my humble abode…"
He drew closer to Bombalurina, who scrambled quickly to her feet. With a smirk, Macavity examined her closely. "You look hungry. No matter. You shall not starve as long as you obey me."
He leaned over, and pressed a small silver button on the wall. "Bring our guest something to eat."
Bomba took a step back. Macavity, the Napoleon of Crime, the Hidden Paw, the Monster of Depravity, was being nice to her! Something was up. "What do you want?" Bomba murmured slowly, keeping her eyes on Macavity.
Macavity laughed a low, evil laugh that sent chills up her spine. "Someone here is being very hasty. I'll tell you all in good time…"
He circled Bomba slowly, and she stood as still as possible, following him with her eyes. "You've grown taller…I suppose that's only to be expected..."
As he said this, the door burst open, and Zazor tromped in, carrying a tray piled high with food. He dropped it carelessly in front of Bomba, and Macavity shooed him away. On any other occasion, Bomba would have refused the food. Really, who would accept any sort of gift from the Napoleon of Crime?! But she was half starved and the food did look good. After she finished the meal, Macavity began to talk again. "Yes, you have grown into quite a shapely young Queen…I deeply regret having to leave right before the Jellicle Ball that year. A bit of bad timing on my part…"
Bomba remained silent. Macavity slowly edged even closer to her. "You seem nervous, babe…" He whispered.
Bomba quickly backed away from him until she felt the cold wall against her back. Macavity smirked, and pressed his paws against her shoulders, holding her against the steel. "It's not like you to be shy in these sorts of situations…"
Before Bomba could even react, Macavity pressed his lips against hers. Her eyes widened, and she tried to break away, but he had her trapped. She couldn't break free. He ran his tongue along the crease between her lips, and, as she opened her mouth to scream, shoved his tongue into her mouth. Bomba gagged, and she felt him chuckle as he ran his tongue along the roof of her mouth.
The one sided kiss seemed to last for hours, despite Bomba's best attempts to break free. As she stopped moving from exhaustion, she realized that his kiss felt almost…soothing. "NO!" She thought.
Without warning, she bit sharply down on Macavity's lip. He jumped backwards, blood trickling from the wound. Without a word, he raised a paw to his lip, and with a crack, the cut disappeared. He smiled devilishly. "If you won't submit to me willingly, then we'll have to do this by force!"
He grabbed the red Queen by the back of her neck, and dragged her towards the simple framework that stood just behind them. He jerked right arm upward, and fastened it to one of the ropes. He soon had her strapped tightly to the device, her arms pulled up, and her legs spread apart. No matter how Bomba struggled, she could not loosen her bindings. She was vulnerable to Macavity.
"You ba…"
She trailed off as Macavity slowly ran his paw from her cheek all the way down her body. It was so soothing, so relaxing…Macavity grinned. "Ba?"
"Bastard…:" Bomba finished.
She was so relaxed…Too relaxed, she thought. But she couldn't escape, she couldn't even move. She tried in vain to forget what was happening between her legs, how Macavity was vandalizing her body, but it was impossible.
After about an hour of complete torture, Macavity looked up at the clock on the wall. "Time to stop, babe, but this should teach you not to protest again."
He struck her hard across the cheek. Bomba gave a cry of pain, and fell to the ground as he untied her bindings. Her wrists were raw red, and blood was running down her legs. She dropped down to the floor, weak and broken. "Zazor!" Macavity called.
The Hechcat scurried into the room, as though he had been waiting outside the door just for this moment. "Escort our guest back to her cell. And, I suppose you can…Keep her company tonight."
Zazor grinned maliciously, and grabbed Bomba's arm, dragging her helplessly across the floor, leaving a trail of blood and tears behind them.