Page 2 of Run, Rabbit, Run

He pulled back, keeping her back flush with his chest, her legs dragging against the ground until they were both on their knees.

“You need to behave before you make things worse for yourself,” Her captor hissed, grabbing her chin with one hand while gathering her wrists with the other. Bunny froze, holding her breath as terror bloomed in full.

Once she stilled, her captor kissed her temple and whispered, “Good girl.” The tender gesture made her yank away, earning a quiet laugh from the sociopath holding her.

He released her chin, moving his hand. She could hear the distinctive clink of metal, and her heart plummeted.

Before Bunny could work up the will to fight for freedom again, he had snapped a handcuff around one of her wrists and held the other in an iron grip.

She began thrashing, knowing it wouldn’t help a thing. Instead of loosening his grip, Bunny’s struggle only served to dig the metal cuff painfully into her wrist. Her captor calmly slapped the other cuff and closed it securely.

“There we are,” He murmured, holding one of her forearms and stroking it with his thumb, “It won’t hurt unless you struggle… and that would be stupid, Bunny. There’s no point in hurting yourself, especially when you’re about to receive your first punishment. It’ll hurt enough on its own, I promise you that.”

“Punishment” struck her like lightning, and horror exploded in its wake, radiating through her quivering limbs.

She heard him stand. Her heart hammered. From the corner of her eye, Bunny saw black combat boots. His breathing was slightly labored, evidence that he had exerted at least some energy during the chase. While it was fleeting, she did felt at least a little satisfaction from this revelation.

With a soft sound, her captor lowered himself to the ground and reached over to her. Grabbing one of her arms, he kept his other hand firmly on her side and slid her over to him.

She ended up draped over his lap.

“What are you going to do to me?” She whispered frantically, voice breaking.

Her captor gripped her chin, turning her head to face him.

“You are not to speak unless spoken to, little Bunny. While you’re learning, I have something that will help you remember.” His voice was soft. In a different situation, she might have even called it soothing.

His backpack rustled as he reached into it, and soon he was holding a ball gag to her mouth expectantly.

“You’re insa-” She started, but the words were halted as he shoved the ball into her mouth and pulled the straps tight around her head. Her eyes widened and Bunny began to flail once more, whipping her head around and thrusting her tongue in a futile effort to dislodge the silicone ball.

“Sure am, but that seems like even more reason to follow the rules and be a good girl,” He responded briskly, fastening the gag with little difficulty, “Are you ready to learn why you should behave for me?”

The tide of his voice had turned harsh, and the waves crashed hard on her already fraying nerves. She was terrified of his wrath.

Her captor began pulling her leggings down, just until her ass was bared to the cold night air. Goosebumps pricked across her skin.

“Normally I would make you count, but since you can’t seem to control your mouth, I’ll let it slide this time.”

Bunny began screaming through the gag. It wasn’t a noise formed from fear, however. There was a powerless fury burning hot in her now. Not that it would matter; this location was remote. Her captor had taken her somewhere he could be sure she wouldn’t be heard.

Bunny felt him shift a leg, sliding it over the back of her knees, restraining them.

He raised his hand and slammed down, flicking his wrist right before making contact. Bunny cried out in pain, tears pricking as her ass began to sharply smart.

The blows continued until she was whimpering and choking on her sobs around the ball gag. Every impact rang out like a gunshot in the quiet around them.

She whimpered, forehead pressed into the dirt. The humiliation was the worst part. Her cheeks, both sets, burned bright; one with shame, the other with pain.

“Enough of that, my Bunny,” Her captor said softly once it was over, reaching to gently cup her chin, his thumb stroking her cheek. “Running from me never works. You’ll learn that well.”

There was more rustling, and then the clink of a bottle.

“I don’t want to struggle with you. This will make things easier on the both of us.”

Bunny turned her head to watch him pull liquid into a needle from a small vial. Then, she screamed, the sound ringing out ragged and despondent in the calm of the forest.

Then a prick.

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