*hollers and waves hands evilly in the air like Garfield does*

It's the return of Dawnpaw, and.... get ready for some MAJOR evilly-o-ness!!!! :D

Also, btw; the totally original characters that I made WILL have their futures all tied up together.... I'm just not sure about who is going to rescue Dawnpaw yet. Maybe she will die. XD

Noooo, that's a HORRIBLE thought.... well, give me some ideas if you wish. ^^

It's all a game

Dawnpaw knew that, to her captors, it was all a game.

What is all a game? Torture. Torture is all a game.

To them, torture is fun; torture is good; torture is fulfilling; torture is nice. All Dawnpaw gets to do all day is wake up, eat a tiny piece of food in the morning, wait in her cage until sunhigh, get tortured, wait in her cage until evening, get tortured, eat a tiny piece of food at night, fall asleep.

It's not a life that you'd want to have; unless, of course, you're the captors torturing your poor prisoners.

****

Dawnpaw yawned and woke up slowly. She wasn't looking forward to the day of torturing ahead of her. Every day, all she did was stay in her cage and be tortured. The tiny bits of food that she was allowed weren't enough to keep her going. She was hungry. Starving, even.

But her captors didn't care; they had about fifteen other cats to torture, too.

She sat in her cage, paws tucked under her chest. She had scars on her body and emotional scars in her mind. She had been clawed, bitten, and scratched many, many times. She had been raped many, many more times. She had already had one litter of kits, and since those kits were fathered by one of the Clan's best, Claw, they were becoming part of the group and they would be able to torture her, as well.

Life isn't fair, Dawnpaw thought, especially when you're being used by other cats for their own amusement.

Dawnpaw sat in her cage and watched the cats of the place she was now trapped in move around. She saw one of her captors open up another cat's cage and drag her out. The poor prisoner was dragged, screeching, off in the direction of her captor's den. Soon after, you could hear screams echoing throughout the area.

Dawnpaw shuddered. I wonder if that's worse than being tortured right out in the open, for everyone to see….

Suddenly, Rock was at her cage bars. "Ah, I see you're awake," he growled, his voice holding just a hint of happy menace. "Well, here's your morning meal."

Dawnpaw was allowed to eat a tiny piece of mouse. She gobbled it down quickly, finishing it in record time.

Rock laughed. "Well, Claw will be taking you to his den later. It seems the kits want to have a try on you."

Dawnpaw was scared. Her own kits desperately wanted to torture her? Wow, this was absolutely terrible!

****

Later, Claw came to her cage bars. "Come on," he growled, dragging her off to his den. She let out high-pitched screams of terror as he dragged her. "I'm training the kits today. They're finally old enough."

When they reached Claw's den, Dawnpaw's kits watched their arrival with wide eyes. There were two toms, and a she-cat.

"Right, then," Claw meowed, dragging Dawnpaw over to the centre of the den and pinning her down in the middle. "You can't do this to your own mother, but I'll show you two toms what to do if you want a she-cat to have kits."

Claw's eyes gleamed into Dawnpaw's as he positioned himself on top of her and stuck his thing into her pussy. She screeched in pain and pleasure as he went in and out, in and out.

Finally, it ended. "So, that's the way you do it, kits," Claw mewed, getting off of her. "All right, who wanted to try torturing her?"

All three kits bounced up and down, yowling, "Me! Me! Me!"

Claw laughed. "All right, then. You may all try clawing your mother."

The little black tom positioned himself at Dawnpaw's head and put his paws on her ears. She felt his barely-unsheathed claws poking lightly into the flesh.

The little gray she-cat positioned herself at Dawnpaw's belly. Dawnpaw trembled in fear. This she-kit looked fierce!

The larger brown tom went up to Claw and quietly asked him something. Claw reluctantly nodded, and the brown tom went up and positioned himself above Dawnpaw's pussy.

"All right," Claw mewed. "Begin."

The black kit at her ears shoved his claws deep into her ears and then ripped his claws out. Dawnpaw screeched in pain as he did it again and again, leaving scars and nicks in her ears.

The gray she-cat at her belly sunk her claws deep into Dawnpaw's belly. She screeched in pain as the kit slowly dragged her claws down to her tail, then up to her neck, and then down to her tail, again and again. The she-kit laughed.

"This is fun!" she said.

The brown tom shoved his thing into her pussy and clawed at her rump. Dawnpaw screeched in pain.

"Please, stop!" she yowled. "Stop!"

Finally, it was over.

"So, was that fun, kits?" Claw asked his kits later on.

"Yes!" the kits chorused.

"Remember, mate," Claw said menacingly to Dawnpaw as he locked her back into her cage and clicked the latch closed. "To us, it's all a game."