15. Fifteen
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FIFTEEN
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M y beautiful rabbit.
My angel.
So na?ve.
So trusting.
Looking to me to be her savior.
She thought she was in control, putting on the lingerie I bought her and lying there with her perfectly round ass pressed up against me.
For the briefest moment, I almost lost control. I almost flipped her over and fucked her until she bled. Until she couldn't walk. Just the smell of her made me want to do dark, unimaginable things to her.
I wanted to make her bleed.
Watch her beautiful crimson blood pour all over me.
But I also needed to maintain a sense of control. I couldn’t let my desire overpower me, not when I had a plan in mind. A plan to break her, to make her submit, to make her understand her place in my world.
I would train her. I would teach her to endure, to submit, to beg. I would show her the true nature of power and control .
Until then, I would enjoy her innocent gaze, her trusting eyes, and the way her breath hitched when I ran my fingers across her skin. I would savor these moments, for they were fleeting. They were the calm before the storm.
I had claimed her, but I needed to make her mine forever.
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, but I 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 na?vety, 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.
The Devil's Hunt was upon us, and it was time for me to see what truly hid inside her soul.
She was ready.
I hadn't planned on drugging her and bringing her to the manor so early. But this way was better.
For her.
For me.
For The Brotherhood.
The Brotherhood demands obedience.
And my rabbit was the perfect offering.
We were facing too many threats, and we needed strong queens at our side to provide for us.
I knew she was strong enough to make it through this .
But she had to believe she was too.
She’d have to dig deep into the darkest part of her, where the light didn’t touch, and let her demon carry her through.
If not, she wouldn’t survive and didn’t deserve her place at my side.
The Devil was hungry, and I was his vessel.
I was the conduit for his power, the vessel for his control.
The Hunt would break her, mold her, and shape her into the Queen she was always meant to be.
I would show her the darkness within herself, and together, we would embrace it, for it was the source of our strength and our salvation.
She would fear nothing and desire everything.
She would take control of the world or burn it to ashes.
The blood that coursed through her veins was the same blood that flowed through mine, binding us in a contract as ancient as time itself.
And now, darkness was calling. I would take her there, to the place where sin and salvation met. There, she would become the queen she was always meant to be.