Hi everyone! So, first off, I don't own WOF or any of the characters. Second, who do you guys think should save the dragonets? Ooh, and who else should be Scarlet's prisoners? Smolder, Deathbringer, Qibli, the list goes on and on. What do you think of Sunny finding someone special, and the dragonets', um, dates? Mates? Whatever you want to call them coming to rescue our favorite dragons? Please answer by way of a review. Kitty, knowing you, I'll probably get an enthusiastic and somewhat violent answer. Here's chapter 5:

"Where to start. Knives? Whips? Ooh, I know!" Scarlet squealed. "How about we set you on fire?"

"Um, how about not? Starflight countered.

"Aww. You're no fun." Starflight guessed she was pouting. He could hear it in her voice. "Fine. We'll do all three!" Scarlet growled. With a loud Snap! a whip studded with pointed metal bits was brought down on Starflight's wings and back. Crack! It snaked out to lash his snout. He gritted his teeth but kept silent. After about five minutes of continuous pain, Scarlet finally stopped.

"Tell me where that cursed RainWing is and I'll let you go free."

"Never," Starflight choked out, the one word taking all his energy. Scarlet began slowly dragging a knife from just under his left eye and down his face. He gasped in pain but stayed silent, refusing to show Scarlet how much it hurt. "Tell me what I want to know and all of this can stop," Scarlet said in a honey-sweet voice. Unable to make a sound, Starflight could only shake his head as he tried not to black out.

"Then you'll die painfully by my claws!"

There was a rustling noise, then a horrible sound like claws being dragged down a blackboard. Starflight cringed, and Scarlet lifted his chin, running the tips of her claws along his jaw. "Don't mind me. I'm just sharpening the knives. I can't work with a rusty blade. It leaves such an ugly scar."

Starflight snapped at her, sinking his teeth into her talon. Scarlet howled with pain and anger. "That was really stupid." she snarled in his ear. "You're gonna pay for that." His left front talon was bolted to a low table. Unable to pull free or lash out with his other talon, Starflight braced himself for what was next.

Shifting so she was behind him, Scarlet wrapped one talon around his snout so he couldn't cry out. Without warning, she swung down with the knife, slicing into his ankle. He thrashed and clawed, but it did no good with the chains still restraining him. Silent tears rolled down Starflight's cheeks as Scarlet slowly hacked off his talon.

There was a sickening crunch as cold steel broke through bone. Swinging the knife down once more, Scarlet severed the talon. Throwing her off his back, Starflight howled his pain to the sky for all to hear. "Enough. Shadows should be seen and not heard." Scarlet snapped. "I know how we can remedy your little behavior problem." She pinned the NightWing to the floor, turning his head to face the wall by his horns. With the other talon, she slammed her fist into his jaw three times in rapid succession. Each time she punched him, an awful crack echoed through the chamber. "There." Scarlet said as she released him. "Try to talk around that! Oh, and don't worry. Your jaw won't be broken forever. It'll just leave a nasty scar. One to rival mine, I think."

Aww, sad. Starflight may never be able to speak again. I'm so evil. And yeah, I know, that was a pretty short chapter. I'm sorry. I'll try to update soon.