Page 44 of It's Kind of a Bunny Story
Everyone has a kitchen junk drawer filled with all the things you never saw together in any other place—except possibly in a serial killer’s murder and torture bag. His was the third drawer I opened. Duct tape, super glue, thumbtacks, rubber bands, various bits of cord and string, a pair of yellow kitchen gloves, as well as non-threatening items like used batteries, paperclips, old ink pens, and scraps of aging paper. In the back, I found thick black zip ties.
“Put your hands behind your back,” I ordered, bracing for him to fight me.
To my immense relief, he obeyed without argument. It was awkward with only one free hand, but with a bit of fumbling and the help of my teeth, I got the zip tie pulled tight. Deciding I might need them later, I tucked a couple more ties, as well as the roll of black duct tape, into my bra.
The medical building that housed the lab was less than half a mile from his home, which we could walk rather than take a car, and risk catching the attention of any guards from the headlights or sound of the engine when we arrived.
It wasn’t a hard walk; nevertheless, by the time we reached the side door, he was sweating as though he’d been the one who’d swam a lake. If we’d been natural rabbits and predators had attacked, this plump man would’ve been one of the first to get eaten.
We stopped in front of the door, and going up on tiptoe, I whispered near the back of his neck, “You’re going to let us in with no fuss and without triggering any alarms. If you do anything stupid to draw attention to us, I will kill you before they get here.”
I cut the zip tie and waited. But despite my threat, the stubborn man remained motionless, making no move to type in the code.
My patience was running thin. Every minute he wasted was a minute closer to me losing my wolf mates forever.
“Choose your next move wisely. You can sacrifice your life and protect the burrow’s secrets by alerting the guards, or you can be a good boy and open this door with no tricks or chaos.” I gave him a shove toward the door. “Unlike the conniving liars that comprise the council, I keep my word. Give me what I want, and I’ll let you live.”
With his life on the line, the councilman was no longer in the mood to play hero. Stepping closer, he tapped in the code, then pressed his thumb to the fingerprint scanner beside it.
I held my breath, waiting for alarms to blare, but the only sound was the soft click of the bolt clicking and a hiss as the door slid open.
So far, so good,I thought to myself.
We stepped inside. “Where do we need to go? The sooner I get the information, the sooner you’ll be free of me.”
His shoulders tensed, but then he sighed. “Most of the files are in the record room. Down the hall, third door on the right.”
“Let’s go.” I pushed him in front of me, keeping my knife between the inside of his arm and his side.
He led the way down the hall and toward the record room, pausing just long enough to type in another code to unlock that door. When we stepped inside, I was relieved to find a bank of computers against one wall and filing cabinets againstthe opposite. It looked like the type of place where you’d find answers.
But it didn’t take long for me to realize I had another problem. I could zip-tie his wrists again, but how could I focus on searching for the information I needed while keeping a man twice my size under control? The moment I was distracted, he’d attack.
Searching the room, I spotted an office chair rolled under a desk. “Sit.”
He did as I commanded. Moving behind him, I pressed the knife to his neck. “Put your arms behind your back.”
He did, and I zip-tied his wrists a second time, pleased to see I was getting faster. With a little more practice, I could probably be an expert at abducting people.
Pulling the roll of tape from my top, I moved in front of him and began wrapping it around his chest and the back of the chair. As I leaned closer, struggling to reach it thanks to his significant girth, the councilman lifted one of his legs.
Using his thigh, he knocked me off balance so that I fell onto him. Before I could react, he buried his face against my breasts and rocked his hips upward, letting me feel his less-than-impressive erection.
I scrambled away from him. “What is wrong with you?”
“You belong to me! Why did you ruin everything, you selfish brat?” His face had turned a strange maroon hue, and his breathing was coming in ragged gasps.
Was he angry, turned on, or having a heart attack?
Please be the latter,I begged the universe.
Not feeding into his tantrum, I began wrapping the tape around his legs.
The councilman wasn’t done. “I’d already filled out the paperwork. When your heat started, I was going to have my way with you.”
I paused, raising an eyebrow. “With what? That baby carrot in your pants?”
“How dare you speak to me like that, little girl!” he roared.
