Page 14 of Run, Rabbit, Run

Was it not enough to violate her? Did he have to make her his servant, as well? Her face was flushed and her hands shook. This situation had stoked her ire in a way nothing else had as far as she could remember.

Besides, who the hell measured their creamer and sugar so exactly? Fucking sociopath behavior, She thought to herself.

Bunny realized her coffee cup was full and the machine had stopped dispensing. She pulled the mug from under the spout, deciding on a black cup rather than using the creamer she had found. The bitterness of the brew suited her mood. She then set about making another.

Once she was done, Bunny walked confidently down the hall and into his study. If he wanted coffee, the bastard could have it. He looked up at her with an infuriating smirk.

Bunny walked over and promptly poured the cup out into his lap.

Demetrius roared in pain as the steaming liquid seeped into his black slacks. She immediately regretted the rashness of her decision, even as she felt satisfaction at causing Demetrius even a fraction of the pain he had inflicted on her.

In an instant, she was on the floor, his hand gripped around her neck, his face millimeters from hers. His onyx eyes were lit up with a terrifying intensity she had not yet seen from him.

“You fucking bitch.” He hissed, constricting her breathing and leaning up. His other hand whipped back, and then landed hard across her cheek.

Even with his iron grip restricting her movement, Bunny felt her head jerk from the impact.

Searing pain exploded through her face and a strangled howl erupted from her mouth. Her hands were around his wrist, nails digging deep in his flesh. She wasn’t entirely sure why she was trying to dislodge him. With any luck, maybe he’d decide just to kill her. Bunny was no stranger to suicidality and was sure death would be a welcome exit from this horror show.

With a grunt, Demetrius stood, never loosening his grip as he brought her with him.

He dragged her over to the chaise lounge next to towering bookcases built into the wall. Bunny briefly admired them. The range of colored spines surprised her. She would have imagined he’d want a more cohesive aesthetic.

And then the realization that she was dissociating slammed her back into reality.

Demetrius sat down heavily and yanked her over his lap. She knew immediately where this was going, and fear began to pool in her stomach. He hadn’t been gentle previously, but this was different. Right now he was enraged. Surely that would factor into how hard he was about to beat her.

She braced herself, breath ragged as she whimpered with anticipation. As expected, his hand landed heavy on her ass. It was sheer agony, blow after blow sending sharp pain rippling through her ass.

But it didn’t last nearly as long as she thought. After a few blows, and once she was sobbing into the velvet cushion, she felt a coolness on her backside. She felt his fingers working whatever it was into her skin.

“W-what are you doing?” She sobbed, hiccuping through the sentence. A burning shame filled her body. Not only was she entirely exposed and humiliated, but now she felt horribly weak at her captor’s mercy.

“It’s a lotion infused with lidocaine. It’ll make you less sore,” He snapped.

Bunny felt immediate confusion. Lidocaine was a numbing agent. She had assumed part of the punishment would be the soreness she felt after the spanking. However, the lotion kicked in almost immediately and there was a little relief from the stinging.

Then, Demetrius threaded his fingers deep into her mussed hair with his clean hand, yanking her head back so that her back was painfully arched.

His lips to her ear, Demetrius whispered, “Don’t ever do that shit again, or I’ll tie you up spread eagle and let all of my friends have free reign with you to do whatever they want.”

Bunny sucked in a fearful breath.

“Do you understand?” He barked, jerking her head back. She wailed before frantically struggling to shake her head in confirmation.

“Good girl. Go drink your coffee and get something to eat. I still have a surprise for you today.” With that, he patted her ass, and she felt fury rising in her chest again.

“Demetrius told me about your little…. Accident earlier.” Again, a voice startled her as she attempted to enjoy her coffee in silence.

Michael.

She blushed deeply, crossing her arms over her breasts and crossing her legs in what she hoped was a casual gesture instead of a desperate measure. “What do you want?” She asked flatly, staring daggers at the person she had formerly thought of as her shot at rescue.

“Wow, hey, don’t get mad at me,” He said with a laugh, “I’m not the one who decided it would be a good idea to fuck with Demetrius. I have to hand it to you, though. You’ve got balls of absolute steel, girl.”

Bunny stared at him incredulously. She didn’t find anything about this funny. “It wasn’t an accident,” She growled, “I did it on purpose.”

“Well, yeah. Obviously. But I’m still going to call it an accident because the alternative is that you’re dumb as hell… And I doubt that’s the case.” He said briskly, before pausing his speech as he walked toward the coffee machine.

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