Being a slave is just so fun!(Very Open!)

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    Blossom shrieked in surprise as she felt claws and teeth in her flesh. She forced a smile on her face. "Master won't be pleased when he finds me dead!" she yowled.

    "Whoever he is," Staunton growled, kicking out more strongly now that he had a hold on her, "he is wrong to mess with a group of high caliber...especially being idiotic enough to send you, alone, into a camp of fifty cats!"


    The talented fighter was not going for skin-deep cuts. He was going for bone-deep slashes and jagged rips.

    Blossom yowled in pain. The she-cat blinked tears of pain from her eyes and aimed a bite at Staunton's chest, her nearest object.

    Rampant sat and watched the show. If she tried to bolt he'd catch her. So much for enslaving them. Idiot. He kept the move in mind. He'd have to use it sometime.

    Now, one bite, he could manage. He aimed another bite for her cheek, aiming to rip it off, while keeping up his move. "Perhaps you'd like to tell us who this master is? I'm sure we can keep you alive - as our slave - if you give us information."


    Fat chance of her escaping in that time frame. The slave door could only be opened from the outside, and it was a room within the Blackhearts' room.

    Blossom screeched. "Okay, okay! I'll tell you who my master is!" she yowled. Her cheek was bleeding heavily, and the she-cat didn't know if she would make it. "H-his name is Silence."

    Kosse watched with interest. "Nice move", she commented to Staunton.


    "Yeah, like that really tells us what we need to know," Copenhagen snorted. Not wanting to miss the fun, the black tom raised a paw and aimed a hefty blow to the side of Blossom -- maybe that would knock some sense into the suicidal she-cat. "What does this 'Silence' want with us?" he demanded.

    Rampant watched with a smug look. He'd gotten the first hit at the idiotic cat. He wasn't seriously worried about any threat she or her master might pose. Her master was an idiot for sending her here, and she was an idiot for coming.

    Staunton, whose weight would have dragged Blossom down given he was using all four limbs on her, shuffled himself into a position to keep her pinned to the ground. "Describe who this Silence is, too," he growled. "Where he lives, where he can be usually found, his appearance, and just how many other slaves he's made of you and your comrades."

    Thornheart snorted as she watched the idiotic she-cat fight and then spill her secrets. This battle was no longer about her thank goodness. "I bet your master won't be to happy about you spilling secrets to all these blackhearts either" she snickered under her breath hoping no one heard. This she-cat was even stupider if she believed she could trick the black hearts about her master, because if she didn't tell she would end up dead or a slave. Not a happy life.

    "Silence is an assassin that lives as a loner in an abandoned shop," Blossom confessed, writhing in pain as Staunton kept her pinned on the ground. "He's a gray tom that kills when he needs to. I work as his servant..." The she-cat trailed off and collapsed on the ground, passed out from the loss of blood.