Page 13 of Run, Rabbit, Run

She yelped and then collapsed onto his chest, her entire body relaxing. Bunny felt dirty, used, and horrified at the events of the evening. But now, after this, she felt more in control.

She was barely conscious for the rest of the bath, only halfway there when he lifted her from the tub, dried her off, and laid her carefully onto her little nest on the floor.

She did shiver in disgust, however, when he kissed her forehead and said, “Sleep well, Bunny. I think you deserve a treat. You did so well tonight. In the morning, head to the kitchen down the hall and get yourself a coffee. Maybe Michael will to take you on a tour tomorrow.”

While she barely heard him, she did register the information. Wasn’t Michael supposed to give her that tour today? She was glad he hadn’t. She couldn’t stand the idea of anybody seeing her like this; used, broken, spent.

He left. Bunny fell into a deep, dead sleep.

Chapter Six

Her pussy throbbed with the memory of the previous night, nipples equally tender. There wasn’t a part of her that wasn’t aching from her captor’s torment. She was curled up in her bed, wrapped in the blanket that was increasingly becoming an object of comfort for her. There were so few of those in this place. She would take what she could get.

While it was a relief to know she could at least have the normalcy of coffee, she wished it was from the little cafe she liked to frequent. There, she had made plans to travel abroad before graduate school, dreaming of the misted mountains and far-reaching forests that awaited her in Europe. Now, that was a fading aspiration.

Bunny briefly wondered if there was a point in holding onto the promise of rescue. As the hours passed, she could feel herself becoming listless with the loss of hope.

Why was he doing this? It was clear Demetrius could have anybody he wanted. She imagined a sea of women were likely falling over themselves for his attention. He was clearly wealthy and though she was loathe to admit it, astonishingly attractive.

But musing over his lack of a consensual love life wasn’t how she intended to spend her day. She wanted to thoroughly investigate her spacious surroundings and familiarize herself with any routes of escape she could find.

Standing on shaking legs, Bunny winced as the cool air puckered her nipples. The rule she hated most of all was his insistence on her nudity. It left her feeling unbearably exposed.

Bunny knew it was an effort to break her further. It was obvious that his ultimate goal was turning her into an ideal fuck toy for him to use and abuse as he saw fit.

The worst part was how in line with her fantasies this was. Bunny had plenty of time to think this morning when she woke up. She had realized with a dawning horror that this was exactly what she used to think about when she masturbated. Her fingers would circle her swollen clit as she imagined complete domination.

She’d come hard to the idea of a collar and a simple life free of responsibility, unrestrained for once in her sexuality as she explored the burgeoning depths of darkness in her fantasies. Her therapist had told her this was normal for trauma survivors, that it was often the brain’s effort to take back control that had been snatched away. It had taken her years to work up the courage to bring up sex during their sessions.

Bunny had always felt dirty concerning sensuality of any sort, the assaults she had faced in her childhood left scars deeply dug into her psyche. It was originally her intention to reopen these wounds, to bleed for the sake of healing. But, after a few trauma sessions, her therapist suggested they let sleeping dogs lie.

Sometimes trauma didn’t have a resolution, and that was okay. It could be more damaging to attempt revisiting the horrors that haunted you than to simply try and leave things as they were and move forward.

That was fine by her. It hurt so fiercely when she though about it, she thought she’d die.

Bunny snapped out of her reverie. This wasn’t the time for psychoanalyzing herself or reminiscing about sessions spent with soaked tissues on a soft couch.

She needed coffee and a plan.

The door opened into a long hallway. Bunny poked her head out to ensure it was empty and slipped out of her room undetected. The goal was to remain invisible to her captors.

She shuddered to think of either one seeing her in such a vulnerable state, even if Demetrius had already known her so carnally and Michael had witnessed her nudity the previous day. Besides, if they saw her they might question her incessant ferreting as she attempted to find ways to break free of this prison.

Her bare feet padded gently along the plush carpet, a welcome change from the wood in the bedroom. It was mercifully soft on her sore soles. The chase through the forest had left her in pain. Winter still had a hold on the ground, making it hard and unrelenting during the hunt.

The cavernous kitchen seemed to be empty of either assailant. With the coast clear, Bunny breathed a little sigh of relief and rushed to the black marble counters. There were mugs on a rack. Her hands were still shaking as she plucked one off and placed it under the spout of the automatic coffee maker before popping in a pod and pressing the brew button.

Bunny’s head had begun aching again and this time she suspected it was from caffeine withdrawal. Like most adults, she was an avid consumer of the beverage, it had become a comforting start to her busy days.

She opened the fridge to locate milk or creamer, and almost dropped a glass bottle she had pulled out when she heard a voice.

“Finding everything okay?”

She whipped around to see Demetrius, arms crossed, leaning casually in the doorway. She tensed. “Yes, thank you.” A quiet response she hoped would satisfy him.

“Make me a cup when you’re finished. Two teaspoons of sugar, and two tablespoons of creamer. You’ll bring it to me in my study, at the other end of the hall.”

He turned and walked down the hallway in the opposite direction from the bedroom without another word, leaving Bunny speechless and bristling.

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