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Chapter 38 - Catnap

-H-

Mistakes had been made.

Again.

As it turns out, it was a bad plan. As it turns out, duct tape was not enough to restrain the cat. And, as it turns fucking out, a massive cat monster was stronger than I was.

I was bitter. Salty.

When I had caught him at the bottom of the stairs I had hoped the moment of surprise would have given me time to react, and in all fairness it did. I tore a decent length of duct tape away for the cat and charged him. I practically body slammed him and sent us both to the floor, as I tried to tangle and wrap his arms to his chest. It kinda worked.

Kinda.

He was shocked that I had attacked him, shocked that I had used 'magic cloth' to bind his arms and tangle them up. Unfortunately for me he had legs and he was as flexible as, well.. a cat. I didn't even remember getting kicked in the jaw. Must have put me out like a light, because the next thing I knew I was waking up sore and groggy.. while being dragged across the concrete ground.

I tried to speak but it came as muffled grunting, my lips wouldn't come apart and my vision was blocked.

Fucking. Duct. Tape.

The damn cat had been smart enough to figure it out? He used it to wrap up my head and arms and I could feel my ankles bound too. I was a duct tape gimp worm, wiggling around on the ground as he dragged me along by my neck and shoulders. He'd used it against me, betrayed by my own duct tape. I just shouldn't be allowed to have tools. First stabby pig, now this.

I wasn't entirely sure where we were or how far we had gone. His footsteps were silent as he pulled me along the ground, but I could hear his soft panting and grumbling. Occasionally he would stop, maybe to look around.. maybe to avoid being seen. The moment I started to make noise and try to get help, try to get whoever's attention he was avoiding.. he put claws to my throat. I felt him tease at drawing them across my jugular, felt a little trickle of blood run down my skin as he left a tiny line. Those needles of his were deadly, one slip and I'd be lying there bound and bleeding out, unable to even fruitlessly cup my open throat.

At the very least my wolf had to have my scent right? He'd sniff me out. How long would it take him to find me? Just what did this creature want with me and what would he do before my friends found me? Those were grim questions I didn't want to dwell on, shouldn't dwell on. There were more positive and constructive ways to think. Taking a few slow breaths I calmed myself as best as I could while being pulled along like airport luggage.

Figure out where I am, step one. Listening around I could hear cars but they were faint. Above me? Had he taken me into a basement? No way am I getting in any situation where I have to put lotion on my skin or get the hose again. Fuck that.

No, it wasn't a basement. I could hear the echoing around us, wherever we were, it must be pretty large and open. There were the faint sounds of people talking far in the distance, nowhere near close enough to help. What would they do anyway if they saw a massive cat dragging a tape wrapped man-worm? Probably check their meds to see if they are taking the right dosage. A screeching noise clued me in to exactly where we were in an instant. We were in the subway, underground. The fucker had dragged me down into the subway station. Surely not in the main areas where people were, maybe maintenance areas? I couldn't tell.

What could I do to help them find me? It didn't feel like I had my backpack on, not that adding more duct tape to my situation would help..

Think. Think..

Sure would be nice if I had a damn pocket knife. Sure would be nice if I hadn't been mugged by bacon with an attitude. Might be nice if I had thought any of my plan through. Might be nice if I had literally anything that I could use against a monstrous cat creature.

Wait.

Phone. I had my phone in my pocket, I could feel the bulge in my pants. Ha!. Dumb cat would have no idea what it was. I could call for help, maybe not 911 on account of being bound and gagged, unable to articulate what would have been a wild tale in the best of situations. I could call James though. There was no way for me to talk to him or even text him.. but maybe if I could at least leave the phone on they could hear me. They might be able to hear the sound of the trains running or screeching to a stop. I didn't exactly have any better options coming to mind.

I tried not to squirm too much as I moved my bound hands along my belt and waist, my arms were wrapped tight to my body but I hoped I could at least wedge my hand into my pocket. The cat shifted a bit and I froze mid groping around, hearing the cat snicker out and growl.

"Someone getting frisky from being all bound up? Such a naughty thing you are human.." His voice dripped with amusement.

I stopped groping at my pants lest he make more crude comments about what I was doing.. and, you know, to make sure I didn't get caught with what I was actually doing. When he started dragging me again I knew he had to be looking forward, taking the opportunity to pull my phone free and clutch it in my hands.

It was a touch screen phone, and I was blind at the moment. I had to be incredibly careful and lucky if I wanted to hit the right buttons. I had him on speed dial.. I knew I could unlock the screen with my fingerprint, after that was going to be entirely memory on tapping the right things. My fingers were sweaty and clammy, I was stressed beyond belief. I had one shot at this I figured. If I pushed the wrong things I was mostly screwed.

I felt the little vibration of it unlocking, holding my breath and focusing. Okay, bottom right of my screen, second to last button.. I felt it vibrate slightly on my touch and could only pray that it had opened my call screen and not some music app or some poorly timed bullshit. James was always on my top speed dial, my mom was second. Please don't actually call my mom, the last thing I needed was for her to worry that I was kidnapped with the heavy breathing she'd hear. I mean, I was definitely being kidnapped but she didn't need to know that.

Oh.. right. Fuck. Mom was gone.. That's right.. Remembering that hit me hard, like a punch to the chest. It was still so fresh and sudden, my panicked mind still wanted to call out for my mother.

I tapped and prayed as I felt the feedback vibration. I could hear the very faint sound of ringing. Fuck. Yes. I had managed to make a call. I waited and listened.

"Connor?" Hallelujah it was James! I am an almighty tech god and my fingers are my instruments!

I winced under the duct tape as I heard the faint sounds of him calling my name and trying to get me to answer, I had to cup and muffle the speaker.. couldn't have the cat and his stupid animal hearing pick that up. Hopefully they could hear the train through the shitty phone microphone. I waited and held on tight. Then I felt the cat stop.

Shit. Did he hear?

"What is that human?.. Give it here.." There was nothing I could do as he pried my phone from my fingers.

He dropped me on the ground at his feet, inspecting my phone. I could hear him chomp at it with his teeth a few times, before dropping it on the concrete, hearing my poor screen probably shatter. His strong clawed paws wrapped my shirt and the duct tape again, dragging me along behind him like a wounded soldier, leaving my phone and only saving grace behind on the ground.

"Don't you worry yourself my little morsel, there will be plenty to play with later on" The fuck did he mean by that?

He only dragged me for another few minutes, it sounded like we were in a tunnel. Please oh please don't drag me out onto the tracks. Last thing I needed is for him to fry me on the third rail because the dumb fuck didn't understand electricity. Or for him to get us both smeared across the tracks because a train came around the corner. If he didn't understand elevators he sure as hell didn't understand electric rails. We didn't drop down, he must be pulling me along the walkway on the edge of the tracks. He stopped every so often and snarled out, shaking something metal. Door handles maybe?

"You humans secure everything. Everything is a prison to you.." He was getting huffy and upset.

Well so was I. Being dragged around across the rough floor was tearing up my jeans and bare elbows. Poor cat, so unfortunate that all these doors are locked up and hindering your kidnapping. Life is so hard. How I wish my mouth wasn't taped shut, he'd want to leave me behind just to stop the snarky comments. That or he'd just kill me, but I still had a feeling he either didn't want to or couldn't. He needed me specifically.

Another long stretch of the tunnel followed before he must have found another door. The joy in his cry and the little cackle like giggle he made was almost cute, almost. If he wasn't kidnapping me and all. Context is important. He pulled me inside of what I had to assume was some room, a maintenance area or janitor's closet or utility room or something. It was quieter inside, but I couldn't really smell anything distinct. Some chemicals maybe, though not enough that it was a supply room.

The cat dropped me roughly on the floor, padding around in front of me and stepping on my chest with a large paw. I could feel his claws extend and dig into the tape. His weight pushed the air out of me in a muffled gasp as I squirmed around, my eyes wide under the tape blindfold. Panic was starting to set in again. Out in the tunnel I had convinced myself he wasn't going to hurt me, that he needed me, but now fear was starting to kick my logical side around.

"Don't worry little mouse.. I'm not going to kill you. Not if I can avoid it. I have plans. We are going to wait here as long as it takes." As long as it takes for what?

He dragged his foot off of me and leaned in close. Steamy breaths that smelled like raw meat washed across my face and nose, the tape only did so much to block them as he sniffed at me. When his hand suddenly clutched my jaw and throat I gasped out loud, struggling against him as claws pricked my skin and the tape. He tore a slit along the tape covering my mouth, letting me breathe easier again.. and speak.

"What do you want with me, cat?" He flicked my tape covered eye with a finger, sending a jolt of pain through me as I cursed him out.

"Nacayotl. Get it right and maybe I won't cover your mouth again." He patted my cheek a couple times with his paw, "Your bindings might make this.. difficult. Hold still or I will cut more than your clothes human.."

What?.. He grabbed at my chest and sliced the tape away.. then began to cut into my shirt. He tore at it and pulled the mess of tape and cloth away from my body, leaving my chest bare and my poor shirt dangling off my hands, still tangled in tape.

"What the hell? Get away from me, weird fucking cat, Nickelback. Whatever your dumb name is." I tried to push him away with my bound legs.

He simply laughed and slapped the side of my head, correcting me on his name again and slicing at my pants now. My skin felt clammy and sweaty suddenly as his claws dragged clean through my belt and waistband like butter, shredding tape and denim alike as he tore right down the length of my leg, exposing more skin. I struggled and felt his claws dig into my flesh from my own movements. What the fuck was he doing?

I couldn't see, I couldn't move my legs without the risk of those claws bleeding me. My arms were still bound at the wrists. He was stripping me so nonchalantly, like preparing a meal.. or worse.

"Ah.. there we go. All bared, not unlike our first encounter hmm?.. You weren't wrapped up in your magic sticky cloth then. If you'd simply cooperate and let me do what I wish, we wouldn't have need for it."

He reached up and took hold of the tape over my eyes, pulling it away partially, leaving it dangling off my nose and giving me one eye to see out of.. and a little bit less hair from yanking it out. I cursed out under my breath at him.

"God, fuck.. you ripped some of my hair out. Not everyone wants to be as bald as you, you unbreaded chicken nugget.. Why the fuck are you doing this?.."

Now that I could see him, he seemed too relaxed for everything that was happening. His tail flicked along idly behind him and he looked like he was about to yawn any moment. He didn't seem to be.. overly excited, something that I guess made me feel better. Confused, not sure where this was going then.

My leg tensed up as he grabbed it suddenly, dragging me closer and causing my back to hit the floor again. I felt vulnerable and exposed.. and something strange was happening. There was a.. tingle? No, not like that.

It started in my arm, I felt a soft tugging and tingling at my flesh. Something was familiar about the sensation. My free eye looked over my arm as I held my breath, sweating nervously.

Then I saw it.. fingers. Inky, black digits. They were shapeless at first, stretching up out of my skin like oil, before they tightened and curled. They almost looked like claws painted carelessly on a canvas. The shape was there but it wasn't quite solid. My blood ran cold as those ink claws reached out of my body, peeling out of me like my wolf's hand once had.. but this was no wolf. This was no cat creature.. This was evil.