Red Feline Faces the Inquisition - Chapter One

	The torturer moves away to pick up the gate that will keep Red Feline securely confined. She looks up at him as he affixes the gate with iron fasteners, built into the sides of the cage. As he covers the entrance, she is able to put her feet on the floor of her jail with small movements of her body. Then, with the aid of her chained hands, she pushes her torso up, searching for a less painful position.

	The torturer looks down at the woman in her cage. He takes a last look at her soft skin before he quickly eliminates all compassion from his heart. He had been warned, the witches he is daily entrusted with are treacherous and they can charm the strongest man into submission. Not him. He will not submit to her pleas, her silent incantations. He kicks her to prove the point to himself. Her skin is soft and white, that of a fine lady, but she is a filthy witch on the inside, full of treachery.

	Red Feline, her leg throbbing from the kick, moves slowly, struggling to find a more comfortable pose in her tiny prison. She looks out through the bars as the man walks away from the cage and towards the nun who is still on her knees as if begging or praying, waiting for her punishment. Red Feline pushes herself up into a sitting position as the steps go away.

	"I'm safe for now.", she thinks. She knows that for the moment she is no longer the main focus of the torturer's attention. At least that part is over. She now has the chance to gather her thoughts, it is all so wild, she was not sure how it had all happened. One moment she's home, taking care of her mother and siblings, cooking, cleaning, trying to be a good daughter and sister, and then she's in a cage. Who was her accuser? She wants to know. Who sent her to the filthy prison and now here?

	Red Feline's mind reels through the past, distracting her for a few seconds, until a loud moan penetrates her revery. It was Melissa the nun who moaned as she heard the approaching steps of the torturer. Her shaven head still rests between her hands, she hasn't moved the entire time Red Feline was taken into the chamber, hogtied and dragged to the cage. Melissa had not taken one glimpse of the unfortunate woman. She had taken advantage of the man's attention being focused on the new one. "Help me God.", the nun prays in silence, one last time, her hands closed tightly in prayer.