Being deceived by Ora is a punch to the gut, has my head wrapping around each word and expression everyone in this house has fed me with.
How much of it was bullshit?
Goddamn it, this is how Bunny feels on the daily.
My lips puff with a huff, closing myself in my bedroom. After digging my phone out from a side pocket of my pants, I hesitate to grab the photo strip.
I do. I fuckin’ do. And I get irate all over again, crumpling it into a ball and gnashing my teeth tightly.
Viciously, I’m spiking everything onto the mattress.
I need a moment. I need to get dressed.
Keep Bunny safe. Make her happy. And don’t let her see those fucking files.
Pulling up my sweatpants, I hustle back to my bed with drips of water rolling down my back, some streaming from my hair and down my face.
There’s a sudden sense of urgency redirecting me. I’m hiding the photo strip under my mattress and slipping my phone into my pocket, then punching ass to get socks, shoes, and a T-shirt on.
I’ve never felt the need to hide my shit or stow away my weekly payouts. But I’m snagging my money from the dresser between our beds and shoving it in my pocket with my set of keys while heading out of the room.
I still need to get Bunny a new door. Or… I could move her into my room, get to see her, watch her night routine, keep her close, have her things with mine.
That sounds good. I like that.
It’s quick getting out of the house. Everyone’s always lost in their own world, so my thoughts of sharing confined space with Bunny go unbothered, pulling the door closed and booking it off the porch.
The park’s still open, though. Yippee.
Making it over to our swallowing path, choppy shots of hacking the axe into Junior and cleaning the photos off bug me. They dismember the fantasy of easily sneaking across the floor to slip inside Bunny’s bed. The images play briefly, haunting my mind, lingering on my skin, like waking up from a nightmare covered in residual sweat.
I wipe my neck, crunching over dehydrated grass and twigs, twisting and adjusting my posture to pacify the uneasiness rooting in my bones.
It may not be a big deal to you. But Bunny’s all I’ve wanted forsofucking long. I had my hands on her, had her in a position that catered to my desires. And now… now I couldn’t tell you where her pretty head is at.
In the grand scheme of things, that doesn’t matter. I’m not letting her slip away. I’ll pester her like an infection until her blood is convinced to love me.
Alwayyss on my fuckinngg mind.
Huffing, I start to make the last few steps toward the land of chaos, but the ease dripping down my spine signals an alert to my brain.
I’m not alone. And there’s only one heavenly catastrophic presence that placates my aggression.
I have a little bunny hopping after me in the woods.
She’s really quiet, staying back far enough to not cast any shadows but not close enough for me to gauge the distance, like prey being cautious of a threat.
It slips a grin on my face, pretending like she still has the upper hand and stepping out into the chaos of bustlingVore.
She came after me.
I’m fucking dumb for sparing a full-blown smile. She could just be keeping an eye on me because she doesn’t trust me. But she’s followingme. She’s taking time out of her night to watch what I’m up to.
I cut left, sorting myself on the widest path and swerving around all the walking bodies. She’s getting closer, still teasing me with a ghost of her presence. But, fuck, it’s a rush having her curious about me, regardless of the intention.
I’m rethinking things from earlier.
I didn’t tell her how pretty her fucking tits are, how insane the burnt sienna shade of her most intimate pieces drives me. I had her right there, had her sweet iron water coloring my tongue, her nipple ready for my fucking mouth.
