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kept stabbing.  The cat growled in the back of its throat and shook her
until her ears rang and her head rattled, it shook her until she screamed and
lost the hold on her knife.  The jaguar continued moving once the threat had
been disposed of, it´s hold on the back of her neck strong and sure.  Her head
hung like a rag doll, she couldn´t focus or aim her knife anywhere with ease. 
She tried to hit it in the face but she just felt the collar of her shirt tighten
around her body, almost suffocating her.  Instead of releasing her, it took
more of the fabric into its mouth to secure her position.
                This cat wasn´t
normal, she´d never known of anything like it.  For the first time, she let
panic set in, the bloody thing wouldn´t release her, her team were all busy
fighting their own personal tabby cat, so who the fuck was going to stop her
from being dragged deep into the jungle? No one.  Shit.  They probably hadn’t
heard her screaming for her life over their own screams.
                “Agh!”  Thrashing
about on the ground, she tried to break free from the cat´s grasp on her.  It
wouldn´t let go.  It´s head swayed with her movements.  She could feel her
panic threatening to overwhelm her. 
                Her struggles
were getting her nowhere, she hated being trapped, couldn´t handle it. Hadn´t
been able to, ever since one of her foster parents had locked her in a closet
for being a bad girl.  The closet had been so small and so filled with things,
that she hadn´t been able to move. She´d had to sit with her knees tucked into
her chest, and her head angled to the side for three hours.  Ever since then,
she couldn´t handle her movements being restricted for a prolonged amount of
time.  This was more than prolonged, it was an age. What the hell was going on
here?  She´d never known a big cat to be so strong, smart and unbeatable.  Every
animal had a weak point, but this one didn´t seem to have any!  Just her luck. 
Why wasn’t she dead yet?
                The pressure of
the collar, tightening with every step against her throat, made her feel like
she was choking.  She couldn´t get enough air into her system.  She felt
light-headed, dizzy from sustained panic.  Short, rapid breaths were all she
could manage to take in.  When a fucking jaguar picked something up with its
mouth, it was food.  The grip he trapped her with wasn’t gentle, but she didn’t
feel endangered like she had before.  She was more threatened by the vest
tightening around her throat than the cat himself.  She was large and could be
considered prey, so why wasn´t it eating her?
                Her thoughts came
to a screeching standstill when the cat suddenly stopped.  It´s hold on her
tightened until she saw spots, and started to wheeze, within seconds she knew
that if she didn´t hold it together, she´d pass out.  She opened up her senses,
trying to focus on anything that would get her through.  She noticed the
brightness of an unusual flower that was wrapped around a tree, felt the
dampness of her skin from the humidity, and finally she heard cacophony of
insects and birds.  No sound of her men.  The cat had dragged her further into
the depths of the jungle so she wouldn´t be able to escape.
                At the prospect
of imminent death, her senses shuddered and closed down.  Her focus returned to
her need for oxygen, the pants and wheezes increased until the cat dropped her
onto the ground.  Sobbing in relief, she gasped air into her lungs.  She
couldn´t move, she was exhausted from battling the cats then the awful journey
she´d just suffered through.
                Panting for
breath, she took in as much air as she could.  She needed more oxygen, the
sooner her breathing regulated, the sooner she could be on the defense.  She
stretched the collar from her throat and felt something slick coat her palms.
She looked at