Page 40 of The Devil's Hunt

I was her protector.

I had needs and desires that could only be satiated by her.

She needed me, and I needed her.

My little angel.

My precious thing.

She knew not what she did, butI knew all too well.

I understood the darkness that lay within me and the darkness that lay within her.

We were one, connected by sin and perfection.

The forbidden fruit, the apple that Barrabas bit. The crossroads we’d both tread, the road less traveled—the road that led to forbidden pleasures, the ones that only I could provide.

A slave to my desires, a puppet to my whims. I pulled her strings, one slow and calculated move at a time. She trembled at my touch, her heart racing with anticipation. Each touch, each movement, each word brought us closer, binding us in a web of desire and submission.

The rabbit, oblivious to the power struggle between her master and herself, trusted me implicitly. She knew nothing but the sweet touch of my hands and the comforting embrace of my arms. But in her naïvety, she was unaware of the perverse hunger that swelled within me, the insatiable need to claim control and break her spirit.

I watched her, taking pleasure in her innocence, in her vulnerability. Each time we were together, I found myself pushing the boundaries, testing the waters, seeing just how far I could go before she cracked. It was a game we played, this twisted dance of power and pleasure.

And it suited me perfectly.

The rabbit, ever so trusting, didn’t see the true darkness threatening to consume her. She didn’t see the shadows that danced in my eyes, the hunger that burned within me.

She was blind to the darkness that engulfed us both, for our souls were as intertwined as the strings that bound her to my every whim and desire. Each moment we shared strengthened our bond, a bond forged in sin and fueled by our deepest, most perverse desires.

Earlier, she pushed the boundaries.

She questioned me.

She was curious about the blood that covered me.

I saw the way her eyes darkened when I was pressed up against her. She didn't even realize the subtle shift.

But I did.

I hadn't meant to let my rage and anger get the best of me.

But I did.

I regretted scarring her with my anger, but when I saw her acceptance—the desire pooling in those beautiful amber eyes—that's when I knew.

She needed it.

She needed the darkness I offered.

She craved the violent, unhinged devil that I was.

Instead of cowering in the corner, my rabbit turned the tables.

Dipping her toe in the forbidden waters, testing my resolve.

And I loved every second of it.

I knew it was time to test her.

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