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"HE HIT ME AND IT FELT LIKE A KISS." /lyr
He wasn't her friend. He never would've been, wouldn't he?
The idea of having a friend in that house was a heaven sent, he was about twenty-four years old, her only being twenty-two. Why she didn't assume he'd be a fight was something she would never understand. How she didn't guess he wouldn't save her but mistreat her was a wonder to the world.
He was jealous, spiteful, Strade was the only man who loved him. Who cared for him. Then, Strade brought Bunny home. Suddenly, Strade was treating her nice. Setting her on his lap, petting her hair, twirling her ears, doing the vile things that would happen to him to her. That sense of jealousy was strong, spiteful, full of rage. It brittled over, spilling over the edge like a soda exploding.
Bunny stood in the basement, her knees shaking beneath her weight while she brought herself to her feet. Blood stained her chest, the silky, dusty pink nightgown with scratches along the chest. Her flesh open, with cut open agony spreading across her tender flesh. Was this life? Ren's nails, more like claws, were coated in slight speckled pieces of blood, her skin beneath his nails.
Ren panted. His ears were tilted back, his tail flicking, fighting against being tense with the hair standing up. His pupils were slits now, his sharp teeth bared at the rabbit girl. And the rabbit girl's ears were sticking straight up, sitting directly still. Her bottom lip quivered, tears stinging against her eyes, that river-colored iris larger as her pupils dilated smaller, feeling some of her flesh be hit by the stale air of the torture room that was labeled as Strade's domain in the large house.
It was silent.
Almost too silent.
Ren brought his hand up, staring at the blood beneath his nails. There was slight curiosity written on his face, the taste of blood familiar.
But it was the blood Strade brought in.
Not to kill.
But to keep.
Like a sad replacement for the fox he cared for. At least, Ren thought he cared.
He flicked his hand, letting the blood hit the concrete, fixating back on Bunny. That was her name. She didn't get to use her real name. She wasn't human here, but just some pussy Strade dragged into the house. This jealousy was strong, his fists clenching, his claws digging deep into the flesh on his palms. He felt the bite mark on his shoulder stinging with agony, the exposed flesh rushing back into his body as adrenaline wore off.
When he struck her, asserting who was the better pet for Strade, she had bitten. She had bitten hard. She fought like a caged animal, like she wasn't sure how to fight. She tore some skin off, the taste of his blood now speckled against her taste buds, skin stuck between her teeth. Bunny felt like she could taste every act of monstrosity from Strade on him. Every act he committed on him too.
They were silent.
And the basement door creaked open, the hinges screaming. And heavy footsteps caused the boards of the stairs to creak beneath weight. Strade was walking down. Bunny snapped her head to him, Ren following.
"What on Earth are you two doing down here?" His voice hummed through the walls, as he come down further, before stopping finally on the floor. His boots hit the concrete, and there he was.
The light had already been on. Bunny just wanted to find her spare glasses Strade had stolen for a stream. That's all.
Strade's eyes flickered between the two, his brows knitting down as he observed the blood and the wounds. Bunny's face full of tears, Ren was quick to yelp.
"She-- She bit me first-!! I just fought back!" He whined, Bunny's head snapping towards him now. Anger bubbled over, her brows furrowing. "I did not! He clawed me! I went to find my glasses, and he fucking--"
The shock was world-shattering. Everything fell silent, as shockwaves screamed through her nerves with agony, the red button on the collar blinking on. She fell to the floor, desperately clawing at the device. At least, to the extent she could. Black spots blurred her vision, it felt like she couldn't see.
Her eyes had rolled into the back of her head, her body trembling, Ren just watched. He knew, somehow, in some way, he got his small act of revenge he craved so bad. The piece of him that craved she know that he was Strade's first pet. She was just a second option he chose.
The light clicked off. The world seemed to bust back, the black spots throbbing against her vision, slowly disappearing, the only thing she could practically hear was her own heartbeat, thudding against her chest loudly. She could breathe again. Her heart was racing, she thought it was breaking her ribs. Bunny took deep breaths, her body quivering, her hands falling away from the shock collar, her ears falling down to lay limp, soft sobs escaping from between her soft lips. Her dirty blonde hair messy, the short strands of bobcut hair fallen down over her face as she laid on the floor.
A boot was struck to her face, the toe part flatly breaking against her nose. Pain erupted, throbbing, screaming a thousand cries against her nerves. She rolled onto her back, a loud cry erupting from her throat. She pleaded, she begged for him to not. She loved Strade, she begged. Blood gushed from her nose, dripping down her lips. It felt like she was drowning, drowning in her own metallic odor.
Her body screamed with pain.
Blood speckled across her chest now. A lesson to be learned.
The once pristine nightgown, now marred by her own blood, clinging desperately to her heaving chest. She held back agonizing sobs, that threatened to escape her.
"Now, you both come here. Sit next to one another."
Strade snapped and pointed to a spot next to the pillar, a command they would follow. They knew better than to disobey. Ren went and sat down, falling to his knees willingly.
Bunny stumbled, standing upright. Her knees wanted to buckle beneath her weight, her feet stuttering over one another as she obeyed the German man's order. Her hands tried to wipe the crimson fluid off her face, to only smear the sticky fluid across her skin, causing it to be worse than before.
The taste of coppery blood fills her mouth, invading her taste bads, as it drips from her nose. She obeyed, sitting on her knees next to Ren.
"I can't have my pets fighting now, can I?" Strade asked, more of a hypothetical one, not for them to answer. They knew better than to disobey beyond this point.
"Now," He began again, looking between the two, something very wrong, before he spoke up again, "Kiss. Kiss very slowwllyyyy, yes?"
Excuse me?
All Ren wanted was for him to hate Bunny too. For him to beat Bunny's ass and dislike her a little bit, not to be made into some pornstar with her for his own eyes.
Bunny couldn't believe her ears. Her heart, once so full of kindness and love, bittered by a tinge of hatred for Ren. Tears flood down her face, her sob breaking through finally, the salty fluid mixing with the copper one. "Kiss him--? But, I-" Bunny cut herself off, her head hanging low. Ren watched. There was something so arousing by her tears, watching it flood together with her blood, yet another piece of him felt bad for what he had done. Yet, the arousal sent a shiver down his spine, the pain she was in making him revel in it. Drinking in the sight of her. Yet, a piece of him...
Felt bad?
His eyes flickered between Strade and Bunny, who hadn't stopped sobbing. Her face contorted with agony, mental and physical, her nose red as more blood dripped from it. Her eyes, once a stunning river-blue, now glazed over with tears. He can see the confusion, the pain, the hurt, everything flying through her eyes, her body trembling from the terror she must've been feeling now. A part of him...
Wants to comfort her... To tell her it'd be okay, that he didn't want to do this, but the other part, so twisted and broken by Strade's personal cruelty, wants to continue to see her suffer. To know he felt like she deserved it for trying to take Strade from him.
Ren scoots closer to her, turning his torso to aim at her. Hesitantly, he brings one of his hands up, cupping her cheek in his palm. His thumb rubbed against her cheek, smearing more of the blood across her skin. The touch gentle, contrasting what he had done, the violence she had been shown. The warmth of her skin, the softness of her skin beneath the blood. Ren trembled, how soft she was, it sent an electric shock through his spine. Despite everything, despite the cruelty he was shown, she was shown, the hatred he seemed to feel so deeply for her, there's still the craving of a true connection, a connection desperate for this closeness.
He leans in, his breath mingling with hers, as he brings his lips to hers. He pressed his lips against her light-parted ones, the flesh soft, tender from the beating now. The addiction of the kiss exploded to him, her lips tasted like honey and copper. The kiss is gentle. Bunny, hesitantly, kisses back. Her sobs break through the kiss lightly, that taste of blood pinging through his body and he deepens the kiss. A wave of desire washes over him, possessiveness seeming to mix in, he couldn't even think of why he hated her to begin with.
His hand on her face slides into her hair, digits tangling into the soft stands as he holds the back of her head. He pulls her closer, like he can't get enough of her lips, of her taste, maybe even just of her. He can taste the tears, the copper, just how she tastes in general, and he nips lightly at her bottom lip.
Bunny yelps lightly, but he's soothing the sting away with his tongue, quick to stop her yelp. He knows he hurt her. He knows he's also hurting her. That Strade hurt her. But it's like a fever, a madness that consumes him, that drowns him in itself.
"With tongue, go on!" Strade sounded entertained, his face dusted over with blush. He watched, intrigued, his cock fighting against the fabric of his pants. His pets are getting along! How delightful.
The command echoed their brains, more of Ren's. Ren's tongue immediately dives into her mouth, a soft gasp muted by him. It washed over him, like he was claiming her. Ren felt like he wanted to erase that feeling of Strade's touch from her. The touch he had induced. The touch Strade did unannounced. to make her forget anyone else had ever touched her before, had ever shown her some kind of love before.
It's like he can't help himself, hearing her soft whimpers against him, vibrating through her mouth as he explores. They fit like puzzle pieces, they were perfect to cuddle together, they were made for each other. Why was he so mad before? Strade loved him, but why did he need to be so jealous? Did he care that much? His other hand roamed beneath her nightgown, letting it pull up so he could drag his hand towards her back. It was trembling, the skin soft, it felt untouched. Bunny's breathing hitches as his nails lightly trace against her skin.
But the sharp sting of her nails in his shoulder serves as a dark reminder, this wasn't love.
She was doing this because she had too. Not because she wanted to. Because she had too out of Strade's command. He broke the kiss, the realization hitting him like a punch to the gut, he felt winded by his own realization. His hands sliding away, letting her nightgown fall back down. Bunny's eyes fluttered back open, confusion tinging through her eyes, a mix of sadness thrown in. She craved that again. That tenderness, yet the ownership he tried to claim within the kiss. Ren's eyes met with hers again, as her voice spoke up. It was timid, almost unable to be heard, as she spoke to him.
"Ren... He wants us to keep kissing... And-- " She looked to the side, like debating if what she was going to say next was a bad thing, as every bit of hatred mingled away. "To probably do more.." She explained. She was a sweet girl. But, in her eyes, that sting of desire.
He noticed it.
Her words hung in the air, with that look behind her eyes. The look of longing, desperate, that made his heart ache. The kind he recognized. The way she craved the intimacy and love that Strade so rarely showed them, it was a feeling Ren knew all too well. That need to be cherished and loved, even if it was just for a fleeting moment, for a single second.
Ren leaned back in, his breath hitting against hers, as a hushed whisper escaped to talk to her. "Then, let's show him how much we need eachother, Bunny.."
Rens hands traveled back up her dress, up against her soft back. He ran his hands down her sides, stopping against her hips, with beautiful dips in them. The kind that made it easy to hold, the kind that made dresses look the best, the kind he would grow to love today. Ren pulled her closer, her legs curling around his hips while staying sat, her knees hooking around his hips, just so she'd be closer, so he could stay feeling her warmth against him. The soft curves of her small breasts pressed against him. It was intoxicating, the way she felt in his arms, the way she responded to his touch, as her arms coiled around his shoulders, holding onto him by his neck. She captured him in a kiss this time, but he made it more demanding than the last one.
He nipped at her lip again, as a gasp escaped from her lips, his tongue once again soothing the sting. She responded, doing the same, they were somewhat even. His tongue delved back into her mouth, but Bunny's pressed against his, both capturing each other in the others taste, taste bud against taste bud. Ren's hands roamed her body, feeling the soft curve of her skin, losing himself in the moment. They were both lost.
The hands beneath her dress wandered to her breasts, his palms cupping them gently, giving them a light squeeze. They were soft, perky, yet still small. They were perfect. Maybe she was just perfect. She felt hesitant, like she forgot what true connection felt like.
Ren spoke to her through the kiss, a hushed, reassuring whisper. "It's okay, Bunny," He hushed, "We can do this... I'll take care of you, I promise."
Bunny's back arched in, as she gave a nod. She couldn't think. This connection, this desire was all she needed, the kind that Strade so heavily neglected her of. Even though she knew they were feeding Strade's sick fantasy, she let out a soft plea to him.
"Please, Ren.." She cooed through his lips, her breath mingling with his, as he gave a nod that he was listening. His tail curled around her waist, holding her within it as well. "Make me feel something... Other than hurt, just-- Just for a little while.." She pleaded, the need strong within her voice.
Strade let out a dark chuckle, palming himself through his pants, a sly smile coating his lust-filled face. It was like music to his ears, watching their need for each other. This would only get better as the night went on.
"That's it, my pets." He purred, his voice low, "Don't hold back! Make it up to each other." He was more than happy to let them have a moment of pleasure, of desire, before plunging back into the pain he made so common, that he adored so much.
It was like they couldn't even hear Strade, as Ren hushed that he would take care of Bunny, his hands mapping out the curve of her breasts in his palms. Her throat releasing hushed moans as he squeezed lightly. His cock was hardening, pushing against his pants, the need to claim her.
He pulled his lips away from the kiss, traveling to her cheek, planting a kiss, traveling to her jawline. He left open-mouthed kisses, trailing down to the soft skin on her neck that was lightly exposed. He couldn't fully reach, but left a wake of soft bites in the exposed area he could access.
Ren was quick to go to her collarbone instead, leaving open-mouthed kisses, and light nips against her skin. "Let me worship you.." Ren huffed, as Bunny's head tilted back, letting out a moan into the air. It was only the ceiling she could let out these whines too. Ren pinched her nipples, feeling the soft bud slowly form, a soft whimper escaping his lips too. One of his hands broke fear from her breast, trailing his pointer finger down her skin, down her tummy, to her bare crotch. Strade never made her wear panties, at least most of the time. It was easy access.
He delved between her legs, the warmth exploding against his hand, slick coated against her pussy. She was so wet. So aroused. Ren moaned against her collarbone, as he pressed the pad of his pointer finger against the swollen nub, gently rubbing a circle into it. Pleasure exploded through Bunny, her whimpers sounding like music to her ears. He raised up, bringing his lips close to hers again. He couldn't get enough of her. The affection and tenderness Strade denied them of for so long, could just be found within one another.
"Bunny," Ren whimpered,
"You're so beautiful." His eyes roaming along her face, her features suddenly looked like an angel to him.. Bunny nodded, her eyes widening, big, doe eyes.. She fluttered her eyelashes.
"You're so..."
"You're so perfect... "
"PULL ME CLOSE AND TELL ME,"
"THAT YOU THINK I'M SO PRETTY."