“Within the cold walls of this metal shell, Bunny, there will be no silent night, tonight—only an unholy night.”
This is an XXXmas Taboo Dark Novella (More spice than plot.) Please check the trigger warnings at the beginning of the book before you start by following the link to my website. This story is dark, with extremely explicit content, and unsettling situations. Readers are warned to read at their own risk. (18+ Only)
Bunny Twas the night before Noel and I was carried away,
by the plague who had a sickening game to play.
He stole and took me deep in the night,
Locked in the woods,...
“Within the cold walls of this metal shell, Bunny, there will be no silent night, tonight—only an unholy night.”
This is an XXXmas Taboo Dark Novella (More spice than plot.) Please check the trigger warnings at the beginning of the book before you start by following the link to my website. This story is dark, with extremely explicit content, and unsettling situations. Readers are warned to read at their own risk. (18+ Only)
Bunny Twas the night before Noel and I was carried away,
by the plague who had a sickening game to play.
He stole and took me deep in the night,
Locked in the woods, with no mercy in sight.
No gifts, no carols, just a plan and a grin,
a forbidden, deranged night where everything turns into sin.
I’m the bunny to be hunted and to feel ashamed,
My stepbrother, the unhinged, shows no trace of ever being tamed.
Masked like a menace, his green eyes burn bright,
He’s the hunter, relentless, wanting to taste every drop of my fright.
I’m his puppet, his prey, with no hope in sight,
Lost in his darkness, consumed by his night.
The Plague Twas a cold Noel night, deep in the wood,
My little bunny, sprinting as fast as she could.
This Christmas, she’s caught in my sinful snare,
Her body, her pleasure, her fear laid bare.
Her eyes wide with horror, her body so tight,
Running from me, through this cruel winter night.
I’ve waited for this, her soft skin to chain,
A twisted game of torment and unholy shame.
She thinks she can flee, but the truth’s always near—
