you want me to be the bad guy now i'm the bad guy [o|torture]

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The small golden tiger watched the scene, eyes widened with curiosity and concern. He gulped, and he glanced up at Bravo, who he had not yet met. "Excuse me," Cherrycub started. "Why is she tied up?" He tilted his head.

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The she-cat was groggy, blinking her eyes open slowly and with immense confusion, lifting her head and then realizing there was a fading headache there. "Why is she tied up?" That was something she didn't always here in the morning... Her brain was furiously trying to piece together what was happening. She'd never been kidnapped before, and she'd had next to no personal interaction with any anti-clan, except the Dominion a year ago.

Pulling a foot up, or attempting to, she flinched when the rope dug into her exposed pink skin. The burn mark wasn't sensitive but without fur, a coarse rope rubbing against it was like a human being given an Indian burn. With a grumble, she focused on the two- now three, surrounding her and the scent hit her hard. Her eyes narrowed and the fur on her neck stood up on end. With a hiss, she tried to pull her feet up underneath her, but only managed to scuffle sideways a little, and her wing was trapped clumsily underneath her on that side. The second though lashed out, showing all twelve feet of their glorious yet delicate plumage. "How dare you?" Came her snarl towards the female who was speaking towards the child. "Untie me at once!" The regal tortoiseshell was indignant, but her situation was not yet clear in her mind. Torture was far away from possibilities in her mind.

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Cherrycub folded his ears, listening to the newcomer who seemed to be around his age. However, she seemed more knowledgeable than he was. "Really?" He breathed, amber eyes widening into saucers. Cherrycub watched as Summerconstellations struggled and he added, "Did she do something wrong?" There had to be a good reason for this, right? It seemed mean to do, but maybe they were punishing her in a really harsh way.

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"She doesn't have to have done anything, dear. If she's part of an enemy Clan she's committing a crime against us. Remember: if you're loyal to one of our enemy clans, you're an enemy yourself." he spoke confidently but in truth this wasn't a common scene for him - indeed, this would be perhaps the first torture he'd witnessed on BloodClan soil. Joseph swallowed as he took a seat, focusing on his large black paws, unable to look Summerconstellations directly in the face.

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When the serval swung at her, the she-cat's wing would instinctively come down, but take the cruel attack deeper than she'd ever had happen to her wing. With a hiss of pain, a cry of agony blocked in her throat, she struggled harder against the ropes and didn't quite notice the black-footed tom much less the aversion of his gaze. She would have retaliated against the somewhat taller and lankier feline-creature, because she took in his horns and knew he wasn't just feline, but he'd been speaking to the children, the children as if he was teaching them the art of brutally, cruelly, inhumane war tactics, and she couldn't bring herself to show these poor, innocent souls more violence. "Torture is wrong, anywhere you go. Hurting another for fun, because they believe in different principles than you-" She was cut off though as he put a claw to her eye and her teeth were bared, though a glimmer of fear was evident. She couldn't hide her terror, and her fur was rippling in shivers, her body trembling very slightly, though her voice was strong as she murmured, "Nothing you do to me will break my spirit. Kill me, and I will still be stronger than you, you pathetic coward. Keeping me tied up and scratching me like a kit with fresh-kill."

But then her voice did falter at the end of her words, and her trembling stopped as horror blazed through her to her very core. She remembered being tied to the pyre, the flames licking up underneath her, that scorching pain. With a shaky snarl, she would try to smash her wing hard towards the tom, but it was clumsy with the deep wound turning the feathers a deep crimson colour. Was it an attempt to put out the fire, or to hit him? It was a weak move anyway, and even one of those kids could have blocked the defensive move easily.

Summerconstellations was coming to the realization she wouldn't be getting out of this without these small souls being witnesses to horror unlike anything she'd ever known as child.

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// you have permission to powerplay everything that we agreed upon earlier :)

The small female kitten would begin hurling insults at Summer, but the dark tortie would not listen to it, deciding after word three that it wasn't going to be anything except cruel words from the smallest mouth Summer had ever heard. She couldn't help but think for a second of Bookworm, about how that tiny, influential and sweet girl would have turned out in this way. It horrified her. When Bravo's teeth latched into her wing, she snarled and tugged futilely against him, and when he yanked away from her, she let out a cry as a hollow snap came to her ears, before the firework of agony came through. She couldn't stop the yowl of pain from ripping through her vocal chords. "Bastard!" She snarled, struggling so furiously against the ropes that blood was starting to make them slippery, though there was still no chance of her somehow getting free from them.

She didn't really notice his tones right now, she was still in the shock of pain and confusion. First of all, how did she get here? Secondly, why? Why her out of anyone? She realized that was selfish in a distant part of her mind, and merely rejoiced that it wasn't any of her Clanmates, or any of her old friends or allies or family.

// rushed.

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Cherrycub shook his head subtly, watching helplessly as this stranger was hurt. So, just by pledging allegiance to an enemy clan she was automatically open game for being tortured? That didn't seem fair. Not all people were bad.

He winced as Summerconstellations was hurt, and he looked away for a moment. Deciding he didn't want to see more of this, Cherrycub would spin around and run off.

Crying out again, and tugging her wing from his mouth as best she could but to no avail, even with all of the adrenaline rushing through her veins, the cut from before had severed quite an important artery, not a life-threatening one, not yet at least, and then the dislocation of a minor bone had further caused it to be nearly unfixable, but when he pulled it further from its socket, and effectively ripping several feathers out in the process, she knew that she would never fly again. And like a horse with a broken leg, or a shark whose fin had been cut off, or a kangaroo without a tail- a bird without a wing- she knew she would never fly in this body again. It was such a chilling and horrific notion to Summer, that she cried out in despair, agony, hatred, and terror. She didn't care who heard. She didn't care how anyone saw her in this moment. She was like a child who'd been dropped from a helicopter from the highest point in the sky into the basin of the lowest cavern on the planet; she had nobody, nothing anymore. Her wings had been her freedom, her lifeline; they had been what had kept her alive those six months between finding her place in SkyClan and losing her family.

And then the horror show kept going. Her eyes had screwed shut when the wing had been ripped from it's comfortable home in its socket, and when they came open again, watering and cold with suffering, everything had changed. The children were demons, that black-footed male was an even larger one, and Bravo... She yowled in terror, and twisted away from him, and when he spoke, and he had let go of her wing, and it thumped to the ground, she tried to push with her bound feet away from him. There was no resilience left in her, no personal drive or fight; what was the point of surviving this?

And then faces started to swim in her mind's eye as she nodded to his question, because yes, she did believe in monsters. Ringo, Oceantail, Snowkit Hezekia, Drugstorepaw, Wisteria, Frozenkit, Bookworm, Austin, Icarus, Gretel, Seto, Ambrosia, Winterrevenant, Blueshadow, Icetwister, Lionroar, Wisdomkit, Ragingkit, Aspenthorn, the rest of her beloved Clanmates, family, and friends- the faces flashed by so quickly and blurred together until Xyan, her wondrous patron god, stood before her, hazy, distant, but the look in his clear eyes told her that her story wasn't over, this was just something she had to endure, and strength filled her soul, but not her limbs. Not her physical body. And her selfish little heart begged for it to go there instead, ignoring her mind telling her heart that getting through this would be on willpower alone, not adrenaline or brawn.

Lifting her head to the tom, she found it wasn't as difficult as the surroundings around her made it appear it would have been; the only thing she couldn't move were her paws and her wing, but there was some fight still in her, hidden very deeply in the core of her being; but her eyes still shone with her anguish and trauma, her voice still quivered. "I believe you already have begun." As he moved closer, she couldn't help but lean as far away from him as she could, her body tilting to the side as best she could manage without falling over, and the tremors rocked her dark-furred body more and more with every step he took.

The bravest leader wouldn't have been able to face this demonic creature of fog and nightmares without fear.

In her mind, everything happened in a sort of slow motion. Every strike was so vividly clear. Her pulse was elevated enough to be heard over the ringing in her ears; her nervous system firing rapidly every signal to escape in response to her physical abuse. The fire-hot stinging in her body was all consuming, spreading until every hair on her soiled, thick pelt rose with goosebumps.

With the shellshock hearing she had left over, Summer sensed his delusional pleasure in the form of chuckling, followed by a resounding, primal rumbling. With a shriek, the warm feeling of blood poured onto her face, her eye lacerated with precision and, unable to shift her eyelid without opening the wound further, her breathing became unstable. The air to cry out left her lungs like the precious red fluid inside of her.

Thudding to the ground beneath her, already stained, she could no longer detect anything that the Serval was saying. The harsh expression on his face diminished to a mere blur. Her body's shock had reserved the last of its energy to restoring it's open gashes, leaving her rather limp. Her own features, previously tense with agony, settled with a few minor twitches as blood continued to expel itself. In her heap, her consciousness faded with her memories stampeding over one another to the forefront of her mind's eye. One stood out in particular, as flames burst from the earth around her. Last time she had been lucky. Not this time.

Heaviness grew and weighed her down, pinned to her spot with spasms of her last efforts, before a heat so much more intense than the now numb wounds could ever produce. It sent her into a place so dark, it replicated the actions her body was undergoing. Shutting off. Her newly limited vision vanished first, followed by the foul smell of death that was cultivating inside of her. Summer barely felt the fireball that sizzled her fur into black, ashen dandruff.

This fireball would not extinguish itself after setting ablaze to her flank, instead taking its course to its very last ounce of fuel.

The last breath she took was one that was no more hollow than wind drifting through a corpse in the breeze.

BEING EDITED, IGNORE.