{"sf1_id":880985,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Cat-Napped","author":"tigerwriter93","words":531,"posted_at":"2015-06-30T02:26:00.000Z","tags":["Feline","Female","Incomplete","Leopardess","Short Story","literature","prison","scene","suspense"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/880985-cat-napped","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/880985","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=880985\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"Blackness was all she could\nsee. Blood was all she could smell. Pain was all she could feel. The only\nsounds she heard were the echoes of dripping water and a distant moan. Zuri\ncould just barely feel the cold, hard concreate floor against her bare stomach\nand the cold atmosphere on her whiskers. The last thing she remembers was\ngetting repeatedly punched in the face until she blacked out; she never felt\nanything after that. \nZuri slowly started gaining\nback consciousness, becoming more aware of herself and her surroundings. There\nwere concrete walls, ceiling, and floor, and the door was a tall, thick steel\ndoor with a tiny window barely low enough that she could just see out the\nbottom. Just in front of her against the far corner from the door was a rusty, twin-sized\nbed frame with a dingy mattress on it. Next to the bed was an old, porcelain\nsink with its rusted faucet and valves and calcium buildup. Huddled in the\nother far corner was a grimy, green bucket with dark brown and black stains all\nover its top; they looked like they were slowly making their way downward on\nall sides of the bucket.\nAfter becoming aware she was\nin a prison cell, she noticed how cold and naked she felt. She couldn't find\nher clothes or belongings anywhere in the cell, and her spotted fur could only\nkeep her so warm. Clutching onto her tail didn't help much either. \nShe soon noticed a large\ngash across her upper chest near her right shoulder. It felt fresh, barely\nhealing on its own. She tried the only natural thing she could do and started\nlicking it, but the exposed wound only hurt worse as her rough tongue licked\nit, so she left it alone hoping the bleeding would stop eventually. The blood\nin her nose spread over most of her face and the smell of it dominated her\nsense of smell, even though it was dry on the inside and on her nose and matted\nin her face fur.  \nWhat the hell happened? Where the hell am I? Why do I\nalways trust others so easily? It's only brought me pain...but I've never felt\nanything like this before. She thought of these\nand more questions as tears started welling up in her eyes. \nNot knowing what else to do,\nshe crawled towards the bed and climbed on the mattress. She curled up in the\nfetal position as tight as she could to keep any natural warmth she could\nmuster from her thin body. \nSleep came easy despite\nhaving a torrent of thoughts and questions attacking her mind. \nWhile she was deep in her\nsleep, a short, dark figure slowly stalked down the prison hallway. It stopped\nin front of her door. \n\"You were a hard kitty to\ncatch missy,\" it muttered to itself, \"and feisty too. I like that.\" Its voice\nwas deep, masculine, intimidating. \nThe dark figure found the\nkey for Zuri's cell and unlocked the door. It's rusty hinges squeaked as the\nfigure slowly opened the door.\nThe dark figure looked down\nat Zuri. \"They're so cute when the sleep like that,\" it cooed."}