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Someone's watching Grace, hunting her.
Maybe she's a paranoid mess - she has been since her mother died - but something is off. The bunny ears on top of her head twitch as something crunches nearby, like leaves under a heavy boot.
"H-Hello?" No answer, which is somehow worse than some answer because she knows someone is nearby, tailing her. "I'm on government property. Y-You can't hurt me! I have a gun!"
It's in her backpack, out of fast reach, but she can still threaten them with it.
"My, my, look at you. So…scrumptious." Grace jumps out of her skin at the deep voice, as a man wearing a long trench coat and combat boots steps out of the trees. He's…huge, for lack of a better word. Easily seven, eight feet tall, with long graying black hair and spidery black veins running across his face. His tongue slithers out to lick his lips - it's forked, so he must be a reptile of some kind, maybe a snake.
"W-W-Who are you?" Grace asks him in a shaking voice. Terror is slowly creeping into her body. Harming or killing prey on government grounds is a crime, and she's still on school property. But that hasn't stopped predators before. She's seen newspaper clippings of terrible attacks, pictures of blood sprayed on pavement and organs left to rot in the sun.
"Why, little rabbit, I'm your salvation." Salvation? Is this man insane? He must be, because he looks totally serious, albeit amused by her fear. His tongue slithers out to lick his cracked, black lips.
"I-I-I have a gun," she repeats, swinging her backpack off her back and clumsily opening the pocket it's inside. "You can't hurt me!"
"Who said anything about hurting you?" He smiles, showing off several gold teeth. Grace points the gun at him, albeit shakily, and cocks it for extra effect.
"You won't shoot me, little rabbit. You're too good of a girl for that, hm?" He steps closer, and closer, and Grace doesn't shoot. Her mind is screaming at her to, but she just can't do it. Soon, his chest is touching the tip of the gun, and there's still not a bullet in it.
He grabs her by the throat, and she chokes, dropping her gun to claw at his giant hands, which are covered in multiple gold rings. They're cool against her throat compared to his heated skin, like burning yourself on the oven top and flinching away. Her vision swims, and blackness curls around the edges. She's going to die.
She just knows it. Before everything goes fully black, her last thought is, at least I'll get to see Mom again.
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She wakes up with a start, gasping deeply for blessed air to fill her lungs. She tries to move her arms, her legs, to no avail. She's strapped down to a table in a white, sterile room. She screams when she feels someone rub her rabbit ears.
"Little rabbit, little rabbit, why do you scream? No one can hear you."
"W-What do you want with me?" Isn't it obvious, Grace? That mean voice in her head whispers, He's going to kill and eat you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
"I simply want you, little rabbit."
"T-To eat?" she squeaks, her fate quickly becoming clear to her. She'll be ripped apart like the prey in the newspapers, and digested like she's nothing more than meat. That's what prey are to society anyway - sustenance. She'll become just another number. Another sad warning story adults tell their prey children.
Don't go outside alone. You'll end up like that Grace girl on TV.
No, no, no! This can't be it. This can't be the end of her. Something has to give. She can't be given a dead mother and then only a few years later die a grisly death herself. It isn't fair! But life isn't fair, isn't it? If it was, her mother would still be alive. If it was, she wouldn't have been caught by this creep and probably eaten alive. No, life doesn't care about people like her.
"Why would I eat something so beautiful?" the man ponders aloud, "Why would I ruin that which begs to be…contained?"
Grace frowns. Contained?
"So you're not going to kill me?" she asks.
"Why, never. You're mine, after all. I've been watching you for a long time, Grace."
He moves aside to show off the wall behind him. It's covered in photos of her. Photos that she thought were long gone. Photos of her smiling awkwardly at the camera in high school during picture day. Then there's photos taken while she wasn't even aware. Photos of her walking down the street to school, and close ups of her apartment window while she's getting undressed.
That last one really creeps her out. He's been watching her this long? How the hell hadn't she noticed?
"So you see, I've been waiting a long time for my reward. To kill you would waste it, and that would be such a pity. Does that reassure you?"
At a loss of what to do, she nods.
"Good. Now that that's settled, I'm Victor," he grins, his tongue slithering out, "Let's get down to business."
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Grace, sweaty and held down by a much bigger body than her own, stares up at the ceiling as Victor thrusts his massive cock inside her. Massive is an understatement. It's as long as her forearm, uncut, and an angry red color as if he hasn't gotten off in years. She wants to remain impassive, be strong, but she can't help but cry out.
It's just so big! There's a bulge in her stomach moving up and down from where he is inside of her. The sight is totally obscene; she looks pregnant.
"Oh…oh God…" Grace whimpers, trying to wriggle free, which doesn't work because her upper body is still tied up.
"My little rabbit… how delectable you are…" Victor hisses, leaning down to suckle on the skin between her neck and shoulder blade.
"Please… I can't take it…" she begs and pleads, but he ignores her.
"Yes, you can, little rabbit. You were put on this earth to take my cock. So small, so delicate…" His fingers dance across her hips, squeezing and groping her ass every so often. It stings when he unloads inside her, and slaps his cock against her used, sore pussy.
"Good girl. Just. Like. That. Welcome to your new life, my perfect Grace."
He kisses her, and it's then she knows her innocence is now gone.