Y/n pov

I took a stroll thru the woods. Happily humming a tune, flicking my tail with the mini beat. I paused, suddenly earing a stick snap. I strained my ears towards it, trying to find what it was. I started to continue when I found nothing, when an arrow whizzed past my face, just barely slicing a small cut on the bridge of my nose. I yelped, jumping back. Someone wrapped their arms tightly around my waist, pinning me to them. Another person jumped down from a tree, holding a bow. The person I could see stopped in front of me. He wore a red and black checkered hoodie, the sleeves cut off. A pair of jeans and black shoes went with it. And finally, a dog tag hung around his neck. He had brown hair and red eyes, a wide grin finishing it off, giving him an insane look. "Well well well!" He laughed, "Look at what decided to stroll into our woods!" The person pinning me chuckled. I turned my head slightly, getting a glimpse of him. He had dark brown hair, and red eyes, a matching smile to the others. He wore a black, long sleeved shirt, a shredded red tie tied loosely around his neck. Everything else was black. He had a pair of brown ears and a tail, like mine. "She's like you, Jerome." The other said with a grin. 'Jerome' sneered, "I'm not a...cat." "Well I'm not a disgusting dog like you." I retaliated with a hiss. "I wouldn't talk to him like that if I were you." The bowman said with a giggle, "He tends to...how should I put this? Attack anyone who defies him." I looked away from the dog with a silent hiss. "What do you want with me?" I snapped, tail flicking angrily behind me. Jerome chuckled, "We just want a little fun, isn't that right, Mitch?" The other one, Mitch agreed. "What kind of 'fun'?" I didn't like where this was going. Mitch smiled, pressing a knife against my cheek, "Depends on how you act. You can be a nice little kitten and behave. Or, you can fight back and die." Jerome pressed a matching knife against my side, grinning against my neck. I glared into Mitch's eyes, but nodded slightly, "Okay, I'll...behave." He chuckled, putting his knife away, "Good girl." "What are you going to do with me?" I asked, still glaring at him. To be honest, I was terrified. And they knew. He simply smiled, stepping closer until he was less than an inch away, "This." He whispered, slamming his lips against mine. My eyes widened, and I tried moving away. Jerome dug the knife, which was still against my side, making me stop. Mitch liked my bottom lip, when I refused; he roughly tugged at my tail. I gasped, he took advantage of that, darting his tongue in. I shut my eyes, pressing myself as far away from him as possible. In doing so, I was pressing myself closer to Jerome. He explored freely, licking every spot he could. I resisted the erg to bite down, the knife at my side making me think twice. Jerome lowered his head to my neck, giving it a slight. He smirked when I shuddered, doing it again. He sucked and bit at my neck, easily forming a mark. Mitch pulled away slightly, I was gasping for air while he was barely panting. Seconds later, he kissed me again. So, this was how I would spend my sunny Saturday? Stuck between two creatures with knives? Ah, wonderful.

Before anyone asks, no, there will not be a part two.
Requested by Intoxicated_Seto.

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