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Chapter 1 - Captured

In a dark room a recording plays over a speaker. The monotone male voice as bland as can be, "You are property of the Digital Monster Relocation Group. You will Obey the humans of the Digital Monster Relocation Group. You will be a good pet. You are being helped, accept the help being offered." The totally dead voice continues to drone on, repeating the same set of phrases over and over again. "You will happily serve your new human masters. You are a good digimon. Submit."

It continues, the words pouring out on a long loop, "You will be fitted with a Digimon Training Collar. You will not attempt to remove this device. Removing this device will cause you great pain. We are here to protect you. You will be a good pet. Submit to your trainer and learn your new place in this world. You will be happier if you submit."

Gatomon opens her eyes, blearily looking down at the ground below her. It seems her tormentor has stopped for the moment. With a growl of defiance the captured digimon tries to move, to writhe, to free herself in any way. Suspended in the air as she is though there is little chance for escape. All her squirming does is trigger the whipcrack pain again. The feeling of leather slaping across her back, then against her feline rump. Up and down it lashes at her. Each blow sending a lightning like burning through her small frame. With gritted teeth she accepts the blows, totally unable to stop them in any way and refusing to whimper.

The beating seems to go on forever. Her body numbing to the pain as she desperately fights to not cry out, small tears forming at the corners of her eyes as she resists the only way she can. The words of the speaker begin to blur out in her mind, becoming just a background noise to this thrashing as her sweat drips onto the floor below, like juice falling off of a roasting steak over a fire. Unable to see her tormentor Gatomon bites down on her cheek, a particularly brutal lashing snaking out to crack against her backside.

It never stops though, every few moments another layer of pain is added to the nightmare coating on her. The pain swells up, in time with her breathing, feeling like she's almost on fire. Her mind desperately scrambles for an escape. Anything, a day dream. A story from her adventures with Kari. Anything to escape the torment, to hide into her own mind. It finds it, as her eyes glaze over and a small dribble of blood runs out of her mouth from biting down too hard.

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It had been a cool night, she remembered the moistness of the wind to be comforting. A storm had just passed over Karis home and the feline digimon was out and about. Wandering her neighborhood and just generally being bored. The whole place smelled strongly of moisture and for a moment Gatomons mind locks down on that phrase, unable to move forward. The rain, it smelled so nice. The memory continues in a near haze.

She remembered jumping from rooftop to rooftop, just enjoying the night air and the feeling of running free. The click of her gloves claws on a roof as she pounced between them, a cool breeze on her face during each jump. It was an aimless sort of traveling, running for the sake of running. Running just to let out some energy. It was fun though, it had been fun, she remembered that very clearly. She had felt free, and alive, and happy. Then she had heard a loud thumping whoosh, the sound of quite a lot of water and a shout.

Zeroing in on the odd noise, she made her way to the alley between two homes and peered over the edge of a roof. Down below there were two humans in white uniforms brandishing wicked looking two handed weapons. Guns of some sort. On their backs were the letters DMRG in black. They had something cornered in the alley. Mumbling a quiet word to herself, "Animal control or something? Is there a dog loose?" The words wouldn't have been audible to someone right next to her, continuing to watch the scene she tilts her head. Clearly curious as to the situation developing below.

A voice comes from in front of the armed humans, scared and on edge, "Leave me alone, creeps! I don't want to be someones pet, I'm my own digimon!" A green blur knocks one of the humans down and makes a run for the alleys exit, Gatomons eyes going wide as she visually follows it. The blur belonged to a Betamon! Tracking the action with her eyes Gatomon sees the third human at the end of the alley before the fleeing digimon did, and without much thought she quickly moves to help.

Her small, but powerful, legs pushing off the rooftop and throwing her feline frame into the alley between the new human blocking the other digimons path. Yelling defiance as she falls, "Leave him alone!"

She remembered the look in the humans eyes. Pure terror. He had panicked, the already trained net gun was pointed in the general direction of the running Betamon, but now it was pointed directly for her. She didn't remember it firing, but the feeling of the electricity coursing through her frame took the breath from her. Weighted to the ground by the net she fought to not pass out, barely seeing the other digimon make it into a storm drain, its green pointy tail poking up into the air for a moment as it wiggled rapidly to get out of sight.

A moment later another pain, a pin prick in her right shoulder, followed by a warmth coming over her as her eyes got heavy. They'd trapped her instead.

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The memory of falling asleep, or passing out. Whatever the humans had done to her passes with a sharp bolt pain in her face and a loud female voice commanding her attention, "Wake up you accursed creature, I will not have you passing out on me during your first day of training. There is much for you to learn, Gatomon. You are a part of the DMRG now, and you will learn your proper place."

The whipping had stopped, though it was clear nothing had broken the skin the near constant, and rapid, barrage of pain had been too much for the small digimon to handle for a time. This newcomer human had her full attention though as Gatomon looked up as best she could. In defiance she gathered what little spittle she could and spat at the shoe of the woman before her, unable to see above the calves of her new tormentor.

The woman sighed, "Truly, you will need to be more civilized than that. Not a good first impression, dear." Pausing at the end of her words to give an unseen motion before another jolt of pain crosses Gatomons back, writhing in full from the new blow her whole body tenses in preparation for it to keep happening. The second blow never comes though, and smoothly the woman kneels down and puts her face at the same level as her captive.

"You are spirited, I'll give you that." Deftly the woman reaches up with a metal looking hoop in her hand, unclasping it as she reaches, "You will make someone very happy, certainly. Until then, you should do everything you can to make me happy. Make me believe you'll be a good kitty." Realizing too late that the hoop was a kind of collar Gatomon sneers, half in disdain and half in disgust, but she notes that the device fits tightly around her throat. As if it was purposely made for this placement. As she squirms with it she can feel it snugly pressing something metallic to the sides, front, and back of her furred neck, electrodes of some sort.

Finally, Gatomon speaks up, "I'm no pet, and if you think a collar will be enough to hold me you're going to be sorely mistaken!" Pulling on her inner strength she finds something missing. Blinking for a moment as she hangs by the ropes, it takes a few seconds for the reality to kick in. Her tail ring is gone. The weight of it removed from her tail, and with it most of her power. The sudden realization causes her to stop speaking, shock setting in.

"Ah, good. You've started to realize who is in charge, my name is Clarissa by the way, you may call me Master for now." The human woman looks straight into Gatomons eyes, not a shred of concern in her voice. "You will find that collar is more than capable of making you wish we would keep taking the lash to you, as well as a few other nifty features. Tell me, are you ready to give up now? Your life could be quite good if you do."

Shaking her head violently Gatomon tries to writhe free of her bonds shouting hatred, "I'll tear you apart!" fury dripping, "I'll be no ones pet!"

Sighing and straightening an audible click comes from something in Clarissas hand, and the feline digimon stops squirming. Electric pain coursing through her entire form, a feeling as though she had fallen into boiling water, like acid on her skin. Her small feline mouth hangs open as her breath catches. The excruciating pain lasts for only a moment before Clarissa casually asks, "Again? Or will you come along nicely?"

Silently shaken from the pain Gatomon doesn't resist too much as another DMRG member unties her from the poles, roughly plopping her onto the ground. At last able to see her gloves claws, stubbed and dulled as they are, Gatomon looks up at the black haired woman who had demanded the title of 'master.'. Every ounce of her thoughts screaming hatred.

"Good girl," Clarissa quips, "Come along, it's time you're seen with the other catches. There's some light work for you to do, but do not think you are too special to not have to do work. It is important that the other resisting digimon see your will break."

With a leash attached to her new collar, and her paws tied together in front of her, Gatomon stalks out of the room with the woman.