Hells hot for a reason : capture + torture

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    He hadn't really gone out with the intent of capturing someone, but wrong place wrong time and he was bored. DarkClan was an anticlan so they would accept this, and there's no way he'd get away with this in StormClan, so why not try out a new method of entertainment? Chances are his capture was sloppy, but he honestly didn't care. The dogon would drag the much smaller feline in by her scruff, letting her down roughly. "Wakey wakey eggs and bakey." He spoke, his tone incredibly flat as he stared at the other. Maybe this could be fun, it didn't hurt to try.


    Windchimes



    The feline had just been taking a nice and enjoyed nap, not remembering what happened, only that she was taking her usual walks along the border and something came down on her hard, enough for the winged femme to pass out.


    Finally as she felt poking and a hard voice saying a nursery rhyme of some kind, she though she was okay. But as she blinked her eyes open she could tell that that figure in front of her looked evil and ready for blood. She winced but keep her leader structure as she glared at the other. "Who are you and where am I."




    Feisty huh? "Quite bold of you too speak out like that given your situation." The male spoke, using a paw to gesture around the camp that was likely unfamiliar to the other. He had been aware that this person was from the district, simply because they were allies with StormClan. Luckily he had wiped any StormClan scent off of him. Benny waited a moment and then would say "You're on enemy grounds, and I have no happy plans for you. You don't get to have answers to all your questions, only the ones I feel like answering. So how about a little about you huh? What kind of rank do you hold over in the petty school of yours?" Benedict continued. He wouldn't rough her up just yet, getting her frusterated would be fun also.


    /any specific injuries you want?



    //Ooohh I don't know if you would like this plot but maybe Benedict could see he was from Stormclan? Then Windchimes gets really mad at Stormclan and become there enemies intill final someone finds out Benedict is living in Darkclan and both Stormclan and The District go at Darkclan? I'd have to ask the leader of Darkclan tho



    Enemy territory? What clan? She had so many question but the answers she could get made her close her mouth and try to death glare the other. She walked that far, she better be careful next time. If there was a next time. "W-what are you going to do to me?"


    She would pause as the other knew where she lived. Oh no, if she said she was the leader of The District that would only make her more vauble would it not. She would keep her mouth shut about this and just shook her head. "I am of no ranking in the clan, I have no use to you. "


    //Maybe several scratches and bites and stuff on her body then a huge scratch running across her left pelt?




    /see the thing is, Benedict wouldn't say that he's also in StormClan, because he knows that would get him in lots of trouble


    He raised an eyebrow at her words. That couldn't be right. The male would raise a paw and attempted to smack her across the face, going quick to give her minimal time to dodge, and putting enough force to knock her over if she was standing up. "Lies. You're obviously member of the district, if you hold no ranking then you aren't a member. And if you aren't a member, why are you casually walking around a territory as if you own the place?" The male spoke, ignoring her first question and sticking to his previous statement. He waited a moment and then would say "What kind of rank do you hold in the district? Tell me the truth this time."


    /finger guns



    Windchimes would wince in pain as she felt a quick slap pulse against her face. She shook it off though, only returning Benedicts glare with a scowl and a quick shake of her head. She didn't want to tell him her ranking. It wouldn't be fair, she would rather be punished. "Ill tell you my ranking of you tell me your name and where I am. It's fair."




    Benedict would aim to slap her again, this time pointing his claws out some more and hoping to leave a scratch. Who did she think she was? "There's nothing 'fair' about this, bitch. Tell me your rank. We can do this the easy way or the hard way, and the hard way involves your clanmates." The dogon hissed, dragon tone coming out as she leaned into her ear.



    She winced in pain as she felt his claws and would put her paw to the mark that was left with a scowl at the other. No. She couldn't tell. If she did, he would know that the she was from The District and he could pinpoint her at any time. This was not fair, she didn't like it. But, when he said she would involve her clan mates her mouth would open but stop with grief.


    Then her eyes darted down to her precious necklace. They got fixed into the slow moving of the white liquid inside. Finally she would look back up with a questioning smile and a small shake of her head as her plan got put together. "Hey, do you like alcohol?"



    Her eyes glanced down to the necklace, probably not a good sign for him. Then she asked him a question. Was he not clear? "I ask the questions around here." He said, again a very rough and hissing dragon-like tone appearing. He would take a paw and attempt to grab her head, if successful he would press it into the ground. "I'll take that as you want the hard way? It's a simple question, I'm not going to do anything with the answer, so answer it dammit." The dogon continued, a cold and uncaring look in his eyes as he stared the other down. His lip curled up in a snarl, maybe he should just drink this one and be over with it.


    /could he maybe take some feathers and possibly make a necklace out of it? It'd probably mess with her flight (depending on which feathers he took) so you could get character development out of it if you went into detail.



    //Sure that would be really cool!


    She would try to dodge the paw that came down on her head but unfortunately she was out powered and the harsh claws came down and she was pressed against the cold earth under her. It wasn't bad, and she would not complain. She didn't have to look at her captures smirking and un-attractive face and the other could not see her wincing in pain. At least that's what she thought. "Hmm what was that question again?"