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“Failing is what makes us stronger.”
That mantra echoed in my mind as I continued to participate—and failed to win—in the Bunny Bondage Games. I kept coming in fourth, fifth, and sixth place. I was still in the running, but just barely. Every time I got pushed aside or knocked down, I got back up and wiped away the sweat from my face. Instead of wallowing in defeat, I let those words fuel me.
“Failing is what makes us stronger.”
I needed to prove my worth, not only to Ransom but also to myself. I vowed to do whatever it took to become stronger, faster, and smarter.
Over the next handful of days, I pushed myself harder than ever before. I trained relentlessly, doing pushups in my cage, eating off the floor, and lifting weights until my arms trembled. If Ransom told me to do ten reps, I did fifteen. When mealtime came, I was already waiting in my designated place on my hands and knees.
I’d earned enough of my king’s trust that he let me run laps around the casino until my legs ached. I practiced yoga and meditation, working on my flexibility and focus. No matter how exhausted I became, I never allowed myself to quit.
“That’s enough for now,” Ransom would say, and I would obey, gritting my teeth and pushing through the pain.
One evening, during a particularly grueling workout, Ransom watched me closely, his eyes like a hawk's, searching for any sign of weakness. As I completed my final set of push-ups, he nodded approvingly.
"Good work, Alice," he said, his voice devoid of its usual disapproval. "You're showing such dedication and determination. This is exactly what I want to see from you.”
My chest swelled with pride at his praise, and for the first time since arriving in Wonderland, I felt a sense of accomplishment. I was proving to Ransom—and to myself—that I could rise above my failures and grow stronger from them.
"Thank you, my king,” I panted, catching my breath. "I won't let you down."
"See that you don't," he replied, his eyes glinting with something that might have been admiration. “If you continue to push yourself like this, you just might become the champion Wonderland deserves.”
And so, fueled by Ransom's rare approval and the burning desire to prove myself tomeinstead of him, I continued to throw myself into my training, my heart set on becoming the warrior Wonderland needed.
No matter how tough the challenges ahead, I was ready to face them head-on. Ransom might’ve thought I was a spoiled brat, and Callister might’ve thought I was too old to be useful, but I knew that beneath the blonde hair and big boobs lay a fierce, unyielding spirit, just waiting to be unleashed.
Bring it on.
* * *
The soft click of my heels echoed through the dimly lit halls of The Rabbit Hole as I followed Caramel through the labyrinth with a newfound confidence. There was no competition tonight, so we were allowed to relax and unwind.
Caramel had begged for permission to steal me away the moment Ransom gave me unsupervised, off-leash privileges.
There were rules, though.
One: I wasn’t allowed to tell them who I was. The refs called me Blondie so that was my name now.
Two: I wasn’t supposed to go anywhere alone.
Three: I had to keep my mask on at all times, just like all the other bunnies.
Four: I had to wear clothes.
I’d been naked for so long that I’d stopped feeling self-conscious about my body. Occasionally I’d admire my increased muscle tone in the various mirrors of Ransom’s room. My legs looked amazing.
They looked even better now that I was in heels.
It felt familiar and foreign at the same time.
I almost preferred being barefoot, but I didn’t dare tell my king that I was unhappy with the outfit he’d given me.
The sultry garments Ransom had chosen clung to my body like a second skin, revealing just as much as they concealed. The black leather corset cinched my waist and accentuated my curves, while the barely-there black lace panties left little to the imagination. A black lace garter belt wrapped around my waist, connecting the garter straps that held up my black stockings.
All the bunnies in The Rabbit Hole wore equally sexy outfits, and Ransom was used to being surrounded by scantily-clad fuck toys. But when I finished getting dressed and walked over to his desk for inspection, whatever he was working on suddenly held zero importance. An unrestrained flicker lit up his eyes in the softest, deepest shade of gold as he looked me up and down.
He liked what he saw.
