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Ania

Adrik dealt in the flesh trade.

I’d seen all the data for his operations, but to be in the place where they trained the woman sickened me to my core.

Some were willing participants, but most looked scared.

And who wouldn't be with such a cruel madam in charge? She was as vicious as every swipe of her cane.

The truth was that when I lay on my lumpy mattress at night, listening to the other women cry—the pain from her cane made me feel alive.

The man’s muffled cries at the end still echoed in my mind.

His terrified expression as the sawing began was a sight I would take to my grave.

The image of the doctor’s hands, slick with blood, the sound of the saw grinding against bone—it was all etched into me, a living nightmare I could never escape.

I touched the scar along the base of my skull.

Pyotr shadowed me wherever I went, but I wondered if he could detonate the explosive inside me.

I let the madam and her sadistic team prick and prod me.

They stuck various objects inside me, and I didn't bat an eyelid.

When they told me to hop like a rabbit for them, I did it despite their laughter and wore everything they told me to.

I learned all the poses they insisted on, and above all, hygiene was drummed into me.

Time passed, but there was no telling how long I had been there four days.

Ten days? A month?

I was alive, but I was not living.

***

“This is my reputation on the line, Krolik,”

Madam said before she fixed my ‘ears’ which was essentially my hair coming out of the leather gimp mask.

The two tubes at the top of the gimp mask allowed my pigtails to be fed through them.

The mask was laced at the back with two holes for my nose and one for my mouth.

I was completely blind in this mask. The collar, mask and fluffy white rabbit tail in my ass were all I wore.

“Make sure you obey the Pakhan’s every word as gospel, understood?”

she said before swiping the cane in the air.

“Da, gospozha,”

I said quickly.

“God help you,”

she muttered under her breath.

I remained on my knees until I heard the door open and footsteps that grew closer. The shift of tension in the room told me that the Pakhan had arrived.

“Any problems?”

he asked smoothly as I began to sweat beneath the mask.

When my hands began to tremble, I gripped my knees. The memories of that day came flooding back to me. I tried to take long, deep breaths through the mask.

“None at all,”

Madam replied.

“Present,”

he commanded, and I lifted my arms, locking my hands where the explosive sat, straightening my back while I spread my legs open.

The silence was killing me, but I would take the blinding gimp mask over the filthy cell.

“Open.”

I cringed, suddenly grateful for the mask, and opened my mouth the way Madam had taught me to.

“Table.”

I moved onto my hands and knees, arching my back to stick my ass out while gripping the floor.

“You may close your mouth, Krolik,”

he said with amusement tingeing his voice. “Stool.”

I closed my mouth and crouched down to mimic a footstool.

“Inspection.”

I carefully stood up to keep my balance while not being able to see and spread my legs before locking my hands into place behind my neck and remaining still.

“What do you think of Krolik 2.0, Viktor?”

he asked, not hiding his glee.

“A definite improvement, Pakhan,”

Viktor said in his usual lifeless tone of voice.

“Leave us,”

he said, and I heard movement, but then he spoke again. “You too, Viktor.”

When the door closed, I heard him circle me, walking around me and inspecting me. He stopped behind me, and I felt his hand on the fluffy bunny tail.

“Welcome to your new life, slave,”

he said beside my ear.

I swallowed but didn't dare move. His hand moved from my tail before tracing his fingertips around my body as he moved to stand before me. I didn't need to see him. I could feel him all around me, suffocating me. His fingers moved down my belly and past my waxed pubis toward my pussy.

“You have two jobs, Krolik. To service me and to find the Fox,”

he said as his finger moved along my pussy until he pushed his finger inside of me. “The rest of my instructions will follow.”

Tears escaped from the corners of my eyes, and they began to soak the mask. I wasn't crying because of what he said. It was the fact that my body was responding to his touch, doing what it was trained to do. He slid his finger in and out of my pussy, with my arousal easing his path.

“Good, Zayka,”

he said, his voice low and husky. “It seems you were a good student.” Bunny.

I was relieved when he pulled his finger out of me until he spoke again.

“Open,”

he said—a single word, but I mindlessly obeyed. “Now, suck. Taste your wet bunny cunt.”

I closed my lips around his digit and sucked before licking him clean, doing everything they had taught me to do—to be.

His soft, triumphant chuckle echoed around the room while I tasted myself. Additional tears joined the previous, saturating my mask when I ached for more—more of his touch and more of his humiliation.

I was a product of his creation—another dead, unfeeling monster in his sick, twisted world. I died a little more inside when I acknowledged the sickness within myself. I couldn't remember when the collar he put around my neck stopped suffocating me—the sign of his ownership.

The tiny flicker of eternal hope I used to cling to was finally snuffed out.