Hunting Shadows Baxley's point of view part 3
Baxley woke with a start and he sat up and looked around franticly. He was in a cell with only a bed and toilet. The fox stood up and climbed into the bed to sit on the edge of it. "Fuck, my head hurts", he said, rubbing it. "I wonder where Onyx is." A chuckle came from the door and he heard someone say, "Have fun with him; he nearly stabbed you with that dagger." Baxley stood up and faced the door, waiting for whatever was to come. His harness and weapons had been taken from him, but he still had his telekinesis.
The door opened and the lion soldier walked in with a lightning rod, hand- cuffs, and a club. Baxley glared at the lion with hate in his emerald eyes and tried to use his telekinesis but nothing happened. The lion smiled and pointed the club at a hanger in the back of the cell. "Now, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. You can't use your telekinesis, because of the anklet we put on you, so you can take this beating and not put up a fight or you could fight back and the beating will be painful and longer." Baxley shivered visibly, but held his arms up in defiance.
The lion sighed and tapped on the door. Baxley took this chance to attack the soldier. He rushed him, dodging the swings from the rod, and head- butted the lion. The black fox took a few paces backwards, smiling. "You think that is funny, fox, I'll beat you so bad no one will recognize your black, furry ass", snarled the lion. Two other soldiers came in. "Restrain him; I don't care how you do it just get that fox slut restrained", growled the lion, handing the cuffs to a tiger, who nodded. "Whoa, you have a very colorful vocabulary don't you kitty", Baxley growled playfully.
The two soldiers rushed the fox. Baxley stood his ground, but was quickly overwhelmed and ended up being cuffed and hung on the wall. His feet-paws were barely touching the ground. The lion smiled malevolently and walked over with the lightning rod turned on and buzzing. "I'm going to enjoy this, foxy." Baxley just stared at the man. "Just get it over with", he mumbled. "Oh, I will and by the end of it you'll be begging like the slut you are", chuckled the lion. "I'm not a slut", growled Baxley. "No, you're not, because, sluts enjoy it. No, you're more like my bitch", replied the lion, as he raised the rod and swung it at Baxley, as he braced himself.
The beating lasted for hours with no breaks in between and the men would just take turns beating the fox with the club or lightning rod. Baxley stopped screaming for it only received chuckles from the men beating him and more swings. All the fox could do was just endure the pain. He occasionally slipped into unconsciousness, only to be brought back by another hit from the rod or to have his head slammed against the wall.
When the beating finally ended and they unlocked the cuffs, Baxley fell to the ground, bleeding and bruised. The men walked out of the cell laughing like they just scored the winning touchdown at football game. The fox coughed up some blood as he tried to stand. He fell to the ground within a few minutes of standing. Baxley lied on the ground clutching his bushy tail, thankful that it was over. He had never been beat that severely in his life.