Rape, torture, and cats: oh my! (Beware: this is fairly long!)

[Britannicus]

In this dream I was meeting someone that attended a school that I was hoping to get accepted into. He had offered to help me sign up for the right classes, give me a heads-up on what teachers to avoid, etc. Anyway, we were in his bedroom and he was sitting at his computer, me looking over his shoulder. He pulled up a screen that showed his class schedule.

He said, "Go ahead and take a look at this. I'll be right back."

And he got up and left the room. I glanced at the class list, and was about to click on one to read the course description when there was the sound of the bedroom door creaking open. I looked around and there was an older man standing in the doorway, who I took to be the boy's father. He looked at me, a peculiar expression in his eyes. Almost fearful.

Then he looked away, down at the floor. "You should leave," he muttered. I started to ask him why, but just then the boy appeared behind the father. He looked between the father and myself, and his face contorted with anger.

"What have you been telling her?" he demanded of the father. The father did not answer. The boy pushed past him and walked up to me, so that we were face-to-face. "He told you, did he?" he snarled.

"Huh? Told me what?"

"Don't play stupid with me. It won't help you now." Then he grabbed me hard by the upper arms and shoved me backward, so I landed on the bed. He tried to lay on top of me, but I pushed him off.

He laughed and just said, "Didn't I tell you not to play stupid? I'm going to rape you."

"What?!" I started looking around the room frantically, trying to spot a way out, but there didn't seem to be any. He pushed me down on my back again, and no matter how hard I thrashed my arms and legs, I wasn't strong enough to get him off. I began to resign myself to the fact that something really bad was about to happen. Some part of my mind was trying to comfort me, telling me that even though it would be scary and would probably hurt a lot, at least I would survive. But then as if he had read my thoughts, the boy hissed:

"Oh, that's not all I'm going to do. First I'm going to rape you, then I'm going to torture you. I'm going to push giant hooks through your arms and legs and then I am going to twist them to see just how much you can take before your muscles tear."

I looked over at the father, who was still standing in the doorway. He nodded in confirmation: that was what was going to happen to me. The little voice in my head that had been talking about survival went dark, becoming as fearful and angry as the rest of me. I gave one final attempt to throw the boy off, and this time it worked. He fell off the bed and I leapt to my feet, preparing to run past the father, through the door, and out of the house. But then I heard a terrible yowling and I turned around.

The boy had my cat in his grasp. (When the heck did she get there?) He had one hand wrapped around her head and the other at the base of her neck. He began to slowly twist. I leapt onto him and grabbed his hands. I didn't have enough strength to make him let go, but I could keep him from twisting further. I was screaming at him to please stop, that I'd let him do to me whatever he wanted so long as he let my cat go. But he just smirked and put more muscle into it.

Suddenly I was outside, running up a hill. I had an unfamiliar cat in my arms. A voice in my head told me that the cat belonged to the boy, and that there was only one way to save my own cat: I had to kill his cat before he killed mine.

I was mortified at the idea. There was no way that I would kill this cat, but I didn't want my own cat to die. When I reached the top of the hill, I saw a couple people standing amongst some trees. I went up to them and held out the boy's cat. I asked them if they would like to adopt it, give it a better home. They looked at me with a stern look on my face.

"That's breaking the rules," they said. "Your cat will still die. You have to kill that one to save your own."

Then they walked away, leaving me alone with this cat still in my arms. I looked down at it. It looked back up at me and meowed. It seemed so unfair that this cat needed to die to save my own...but I couldn't let my cat die in the hands of that monster. He would make her suffer. So I resigned to what I was going to have to do, and still holding the cat, I walked into the trees in search of a plant that, when fed to the cat, would kill it instantly and painlessly. And that's when the dream ended.

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Yeah...er. *twitch*

[Britannicus]

If it helps any, the night before I had been doing research on the Shoshone tribe that had lived near here before the settlers took over the land. I'd fallen asleep wondering what life was like for them, what the land I consider my home was like before all these houses businesses took up all the space, and what may have happened to this group of people to make them go away.