A/N: Trigger Warning for dark sexual themes. You have been warned.
Grizabella woke in Macavity's private den.
She was alone, and Grizabella found herself atop the mound of cushions and pillows that made up his bed.
She ached.
Everywhere ached.
She could feel every place he touched her, every scratch and bite, every pull of her fur until she'd screeched for him to stop.
He didn't use mind control on her, like he did with the others. At least they were tricked to enjoy themselves.
No.
He'd wanted to hurt her. To make her pay for the things she'd done. She wasn't even quite sure what those things were…
Grizabella pulled herself to her feet, legs shaky as she stepped down from the nest of cushions, letting out a slow groan as she stretched, taking the time to groom herself – to get rid of his stench from her fur. She slowly made her way back to the room Demeter shared, trying to look as dignified as possible.
Inside, she felt broken.
"Griz…" Beylandella's eye turned towards the queen, deeply laced with pity.
Grizabella recoiled slightly, her mouth opening in a short hiss, "What?"
Beylandella moved toward her, nuzzling her close and wrapping her arms around her, "We could hear you," she whispered, "All night, we heard what 'Cavity did to you, honey. I'm so sorry…"
Grizabella hissed, her stomach twisting with shame, and she pulled away from Beylandella and the Maine Coon let her, watching the queen with concern. Tears flooded her eyes and she turned away, her hands over her face as she sobbed.
The other queens in the room gazed at her sadly, unable to help, but they knew her pain. They'd all suffered the same fate… but not nearly as brutally.
Beylandella moved forward, offering comfort with another nuzzle to her back, and Grizabella couldn't help herself. She threw herself into her arms, tucking her face into her fluffy mane. Beylandella crooned softly, rubbing her back and trying to soothe her tears.
Grizabella felt him before he entered the room. She felt his presence stalking down the hallway, and her body went into automatic revulsion, hissing pitifully.
Demeter entered the room first, happily bounding in until she saw Grizabella, stopping short. Macavity was after her, almost surprised when he saw the queen on her feet.
"Grizabella…" the tom smirked, and Grizabella mewled quietly, trying to glare at him rather than cower.
"Get away from me…" she hissed, and the tom laughed quietly.
His power surged the room, and Beylandella moved away – taken by the magic. The rest of the queens were all still. Demeter's eyes fluttered shut and she yawned, curling into a ball to sleep.
Grizabella's heart pounded anxiously, and she backed up from the tom, but the magic caught her, making her paws still. She whimpered softly as he advanced on her, catching her jaw between his claws. He was getting stronger.
"Up and about already, my girl?" he asked, his other hand reaching for her side to draw her close.
Her eyes filled with tears at the proximity. He was everywhere, and she couldn't do anything about it.
The claws of his other hand found a particularly deep scratch, digging in and drawing blood until she cried out in pain. He smiled at the sound, humming quietly.
"It was nice to have you over last night. Feel like… recreating the memory?"
She wrenched her face from his hand, and he grabbed her again, claws digging in as he kissed her hard.
Her torso writhed, trying to get away, but he was too strong, and he kissed her deeply, before pulling away with a satisfied smirk, "Don't worry. I'll find you…"
With a twitch of his tail, he released her physically, but she still couldn't move. He left the room the same way he always did, and as soon as he was far enough away, the magic holding her in place left.
Grizabella collapsed where she stood, a fresh round of sobs wracking her body.
"Grizabella?" Demeter was at her side in seconds, still looking sleepy, "What's wrong?"
"She's just a bit upset, lovey…" Beylandella was back, a hand on Demeter's shoulder, "Best to wait it out-"
"No…" Grizabella whispered, wiping her eyes, reaching for Demeter.
The young kitten crawled into her arms, purring happily and tucking into her.
"I have to leave," Grizabella whispered, "Before Macavity locks me up, like the rest of you…"
Beylandella's eyes softened, and she nodded.
"No…" Demeter whispered, her eyes already sparkling with tears. She gazed up at the queen, shaking her head, "You can't. You can't leave me…"
"I have to, Demeter…" she whispered, "I can't stay…"
Tears marked their way down Demeter's face and she pressed her face into Grizabella's chest, shaking her head. Grizabella stroked her back soothingly, her own heart breaking. She didn't want to leave the kit…but there was no way she could stay.
Demeter's sobs echoed through the room. Everyone left her, eventually. Her parents, her sister. Now Grizabella. All she had was Macavity, Ayamico and Beylandella.
"Where will you go?" Beylandella asked, raising an eyebrow, "Back to the camera, or…to your old tribe?"
Grizabella winced, "I'd have a hard time trying to find them, if they were all still alive…"
"So where, then?" she asked softly, and Grizabella just shrugged, unsure.
"Find them!" Demeter said, her eyes suddenly wide, "You could find them, Grizabella!" she exclaimed.
Grizabella whined softly. She couldn't go back to the tribe. They'd skin her alive.
"Maybe…" she said quietly, petting at her again.
Beylandella sighed softly, glancing over at Grizabella, "You better go…"
Grizabella let out a shuddering little breath, before nodding. Demeter cried out, trying to get a grip on her fur, until Beylandella pulled the kitten away.
Demeter squealed, struggling against her desperately and Grizabella sighed, taking the small kit once more and holding her close.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, nuzzling her close, "But you have to be a good girl for Ayamico and Beylandella. And…" Grizabella closed her eyes, the lie tumbling too easily from her lips, "And I'll come back for you. I promise…"
Demeter gazed up at her with wide, innocent eyes, and slowly she nodded, "You'll find Bomba?"
Grizabella nodded, and Beylandella had to look away. She knew it wouldn't happen.
Slowly, Demeter let go of Grizabella, sinking to the floor with a quiet sniffle.
"Be good," Grizabella nuzzled her gently, glancing at Beylandella. The Maine Coon just nodded, waving slightly.
Slowly, the queen moved from the room into the hallway, determined not to look back as she navigated the halls, finding the entrance. She let out a tense breath, climbing the stairs into the sunlight.
For the two weeks, Grizabella lived on the street without any problems - mostly just trying to get as fair away from the lair as she could.
It was no big deal – she'd done it before. She ate out of dumpsters, or begged for food, or stole it herself. At night, she slept under cars, or balconies. It wasn't an awful life.
But then… she noticed some changes.
Changes she wasn't happy with.
The vomiting had started a few days after she had left, and she had only assumed it was her body getting used to the new food. But then it continued. Her body started getting a little rounder – a little heavier. She was easily tired out, sensitive, and more irritable than ever before.
It wasn't until the first movement of the kit inside her that the penny dropped.
She was carrying Macavity's kitten…