“Oh. I think he calls her Bunny.”
Cade
Acommotion erupts outside the bathroom door, with crashing and begging before the screaming begins. I haven’t heard those noises coming from this room in almost half a year. There was no need when Clara was so obedient. This new girl, Bunny, seems to be different. Even from where I’m sitting, in the bathroom’s solitude, I can feel thelifein her.
I smile when I hear her screams—when I listen to the hard time she gives the guards. Something like nerves bubbles inside me when she fights back. But then there’s a scream, one unlike the others, and when the room door shuts, that’s when the quiet, mewling tears begin.
Fire begins to burn at the base of my heart, singeing open my chest as those cries grow louder. “Just leave it,” I mutter beneath my breath, avoiding my eyes as I dry in front of the mirror.Just leave it.It’s none of my business. She’s none of my business. She’s— “Fuck.”
Throwing open the bathroom door, I walk heavy-footed toward her, capturing her attention immediately. The towel sits low on my waist, threatening to fall, but I pay it no mind as I approach. That terrified look enters her eyes again, but all Ifocus on is the awkward angle at which her arm dangles beside her soft, curved side.
God.Fuck.
Any ability to speak leaves me the second I’m near. I don’t even remember what words are when she glares at me in terror. So silently, like a fucking caveman, I lower myself, hoping she can see that I’m just trying to help. Carefully, I wrap my arms around her, doing everything I can to avoid causing her more harm. Despite my efforts, I can’t avoid pressing her against me. The feeling of her sternum in my arms, her spine pinned to my wet chest—fuckme, myfuckingGod.
Breathing through my rapidly growing boner, I gently take hold of her wounded arm and lift it over her head. She hasn’t done a thing yet, but hyperventilate—terrified, and panicked, exhales, but as I situate her in position, she begins to fight and flee.
“No. No. No. No. NO,” she repeats in rapid succession, fumbling to get out of my grasp.
All I can do is warn her, “This is going to hurt,” before quickly jolting her arm in and down, resetting her bone with less-than-expertise. The pop is audible, but the relief on her face is almost instantaneous. Slowly setting her arm back down, I listen as her breathing becomes less labored. The color has returned to her skin, fresh cream beneath welts and bruises.
I’ve let her go, but I remain in place, savoring the feeling of her against me. I’m so caught up in how she breathes that I miss her twitching fingers until they’re on me.
“Thank you,” she whispers, angling her head to gaze at me with big blue doe eyes.
The feeling of her soft, delicate fingers on me actually hurts, so I pull away, creating enough space for me to breathe. It’s too late, though. All the blood has rushed away from my head. The lack of oxygen is suffocating, and my dick—fuck.
To collect myself so I don’t feed into the darkness they’ve been pouring into me and ravage her on the ground, I walk off and disappear into the bathroom. The air is heavy and damp, a pressure on my chest that I can blame instead of the heaviness in my gut.
“Fuck,” I mumble for the thousandth time since she entered my mind, “Alright.”Get it together. Pushing away from the door, I drop the towel, letting it fall like a wet slap on the tile while I slip into the worn and ruined sweats they’ve provided me with. They’ve been washed countless times, but no amount of bleach or detergent can clean away the rust-stained marks.
For the first time, I feel slight embarrassment.Fuck.Whatever. Before I can give it another thought, I emerge from the bathroom, finding her still on the dirty, scratchy carpet, watching me. The weight of her stare sits heavily on my back as I stroll toward the table. God, I need a fucking drink. Thankfully, I was finally rewarded with some and a full five-course meal of peanuts.
I’ve both craved for her to speak and prayed for her not to since the first moment her soft voice rang out. Only when the cup is in my hand do I hear it again, and I’m just as affected as I was before.
“What’s your name?”
It’s a simple question. One I’ve been asked countless times before. And yet, the question coming out of her mouth changes it entirely. Instead of responding, I pick at the ice, deflecting. “Where’s Clara? She’s usually the one they throw at me.” This is the first time her name’s come out of my mouth in ages, and I’m ashamed to say, this is the first time I’ve even thought about her since laying my eyes on Bunny.
Huffing out a laugh, she glances around the room, looking as lost as she does nervous. “I’m the lucky prize tonight.”
Unable to hold back a smile, I respond while pouring myself an ample amount of vodka, “Oh, yeah? We’ll see.”
I’ve given up on forcing my boner away. With her mouth and the fire behind her eyes, what’s the point? I was lost to her the first moment I saw her on her knees before me.
I don’t miss the way she watches me or glances at the bulge bouncing in my sweats. If anything, her slightly agape mouth only makes me harder. Dense and heavy tension ties us, so I sit across from her on a wooden chair, hoping it grows thick enough to break her before I do. I’m unable to take my eyes off her as I down half the drink. “Well?” I ask finally. “What are you waiting for?”
I feel like a dick, but I’m pretty sure she’s here to service me. I haven’t given in to those conditions since that first night with Clara. I’ve been a proper gentleman and never even requested another girl, but now? Fuck, do I want her.
She doesn’t move from her place on the floor, but the rise and fall of her chest deepens, and I swear, even in the dim lighting, her blue eyes flare before they darken. For a solid minute, her mouth opens and then slams closed again. She’s at a loss for words as I’m at a loss for breath.Good. At least I’ve stolen something from her, too.
For a moment, I think she might give in and crawl to me the way my cock is begging her to. Instead, she does something better.
“I’m not touching you.”
Heart jumping in my chest, I lean forward, resting my elbows on my knees to get even closer. I don’t fight it this time. I don’t even try. I let the smile curl my lips, so curious about this little one. “Is that so?”
“Yes.” She stays firm despite the fear strangling her throat.
