Page 7 of Run, Rabbit, Run

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Page 7 of Run, Rabbit, Run

“What do you say we get acquainted? I’ll start. My name is Demetrius. I’m an entrepreneur with a few projects in the works. I spend most of my limited free time reading and working on myself.”

He sounded like a douchebag. Of course, he’d refer to himself as an entrepreneur, and of course, he would feel it necessary to mention that… as though it was relevant in any capacity. He needed everybody to know that he was his own boss.

“Your turn.” He said, tightening his grip on her chin.

She gritted her teeth, “My name’s Bunny and I’m a student. I like margaritas and long walks on the beach…. Oh, and mentally stable men who don’t kidnap and assault me.” She returned the casual tone with a little more flair, mocking his ridiculous introduction.

“Oh, good. It’s nice to see you still have a sense of humor under all that fear.” He chuckled, stroking the side of her jaw with his thumb.

She recoiled again at the tender gesture. Demetrius shot his hand out and grabbed her by the neck. Bunny froze as the crush of his grip began to restrict her breathing.

“What do you say we start in full, Bunny? You seem like you’re feeling up to it. I’m ready to play if you are.” He said with an enthusiasm that made her skin crawl.

Bunny’s heart plummeted to her stomach and then shot up into her throat, the sensation making her nauseous. She was most certainly not ready and never would be. But it was obvious this man was not used to hearing the word, “No.” She briefly wondered if he was even aware of its existence.

“I really wish you’d just let me go.” She whimpered, looking up at him through tear-beaded eyelashes.

“I can’t do that for you, Bunny. But I can do other things I know you’ll like if you learn to relax into the pleasure I’m about to bring you.”

Chapter Four

Demetrius rolled his sleeves up, revealing muscular forearms. He didn’t take his eyes off her the entire time.

Those dark eyes raked slowly down her body from head to toe, drinking in everything the slender woman had to offer. She had always been slight in stature, often one of the smallest people in the room. Her pillowy breasts were half-hidden by flowing red hair falling in layers, but even so, it was obvious that they were pert and perky.

A deep flush had grown from her cheeks down into her chest. She wasn’t sure what this sociopath had planned for her but she was certain it wasn’t going to be pleasant. For her, at least.

Demetrius walked over to the seating arranged meticulously around the grand fireplace built into the wall between the array of toys decorating the rest of the space to either side. The seating area became the focal point for Bunny even despite the sexual apparatuses that had caught her attention so readily before.

She also noticed a large four-poster bed placed dead in the center of the room she had somehow missed while struggling through the aftereffects of what he had drugged her with.

Demetrius made his way over to the couch. “Come here, Bunny.” His voice was firm and commanding. She was frozen for a few heartbeats before noticing his narrowed eyes, a clear warning that more transgressions would bring more punishments.

She stood up and slowly began walking, until his voice stopped her dead in her tracks.

“Crawl.”

A rising anger began building within her. Was it not enough that he was about to thoroughly violate her? Did he need to humiliate her, as well? Even so, she did as she was bidden, and sank to her knees. Crawling slowly toward him, Bunny kept her eyes trained on the floor, eyes raw from her constant crying.

Her current tears were not formed from sadness. No, she was angry. She could feel the same rage roaring that had gotten her into trouble before. Bunny wasn’t usually physically violent, though, unlike her father. She preferred to exercise her grievances through more conniving means, and she was no stranger to social subversion when she felt wronged.

Without that avenue of release for her rage, she was beginning to think that violence of a more tangible form would be her only option.

Once Bunny thought she was close enough to please him, she stilled, trembling.

“Oh, my sweet Bunny. So fearful,” Demetrius murmured, reaching down to softly hold her chin between his thumb and pointer fingers, “You don’t have to be afraid. I know this isn’t something you want right now… But you will want it. I promise. I don’t want this to be bad for you.”

Bunny’s face twisted into a snarl, her blue-green eyes rising to meet his. “I’m not scared,” She hissed, “I’m pissed.” His eyebrows shot up at her outburst. And then a sinister smile slowly spread until his bright white teeth were fully bared in a lupine grin.

“Oh, you’ll be fun to break, won’t you?”

Fun wasn’t the word that came to her mind, but if the bastard wanted to keep that outlook, he was welcome to it.

Demetrius released her and turned slightly to open a black box next to him that she hadn’t noticed before from her position on the floor. She couldn’t see its contents, perhaps blessedly so. When he turned back, he was holding a small bottle of lube and a moderately sized butt plug.

“Lay yourself across my lap.” He said, black eyes burning into hers. The intensity was enough to make her shift nervously, the flush deepening. Even as her brain screamed to run, her body obeyed him, fearing the consequences a refusal would bring. Gingerly, she crawled onto the couch and draped herself over his legs.

“Good girl,” He said, reaching to stroke her face with the back of his pointer finger, “Tell me, have you ever had your ass filled?”




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