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She was right.
The black walls seemed to stretch into infinity, adorned only with flickering torches and more locked doors that piqued my curiosity. The maze-like pathways appeared indistinguishable from one another, making it all too easy to get lost in this labyrinth of pleasure and pain.
Caramel’s face lit up when we found an unlocked door. She cautiously pulled it open, then hummed in delight as she stepped into the room.
“Ooohh, sothat’swhere he put the merry-go-round. I’ve been wondering about that...”
I pushed in past her, my brain struggling to register all the different things my eyes were seeing.
The room was filled with an array of BDSM equipment. There were St. Andrew's crosses and spanking benches, cages and suspension rigs—a perfect playground for those who craved both domination and submission.
A small gasp escaped my lips as I took in the sight, torn between fascination and trepidation.
"Where’s the merry-go-round?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper as I clutched at the thin fabric of my outfit. My bunny mask, which shielded my true identity, felt like the only protection I had against the darkness that surrounded us.
"You'll see," Caramel replied cryptically, her caramel-colored hair swaying gently as she led me further into the room.
"Welcome to our playground," a woman announced behind me. I whirled around to see Trippy shutting the door and locking us all inside. “Took you long enough to get here.”
My eyes widened in shock, and I glanced around to see half a dozen bunnies emerge from the shadows. I immediately recognized Dickface and the two male bunnies from the club doors...the same two bunnies who’d taken a swing at me after the pillow fight ended...and been immediately disqualified.
Trippy sidled up to me, her blue hair framing her nasty grin. “Sounds like you’re interested in the merry-go-round. C’mon, boys! Let’s show her how it works.”
“She’s probably already been on it,” sneered a voice from beside me. I turned to see Dickface and the two other male sex slaves smirking at me. “Especially since she’s the king’s little pet."
"Back off, Dickface," I snapped, clenching my fists. It seemed my newfound status only made me a bigger target for resentment among the others.
“Enough with the naive little brat act,” Trippy said, putting one hand on her hip. “We all know you're just sucking up to our king to get ahead in the Bunny Bondage Games," he accused, his eyes narrowing with disdain. The other two nodded in agreement.
“Sucking up?” I scoffed. "I've been working my ass off!”
Caramel stepped closer to me, her deep amber hair glinting in the dim torch light. "It's true, though," she chimed in. "You're getting special treatment from Ransom, and we all know it."
Dickface crossed his arms and huffed, "He hasn't fucked me since right after you showed up." His bitterness was palpable, and his words left me feeling exposed and vulnerable.
"Maybe you should learn how to fuck!” I retorted, trying to sound more confident than I felt.
"Or maybe," Dickface said with a wicked grin, "we should make sure our king doesn't find you attractive anymore."
I could feel the weight of their hungry eyes on me, eager for retaliation. I knew I needed to stand my ground, but I couldn't help the fear that tightened in my chest.
I turned to leave, but one of the door bunnies was standing in front of it.
“I don’t think so, princess,” he sneered, blocking my path. His muscular arms crossed over his broad chest, making it clear he wasn't going to let me pass without a fight.
"Get out of my way," I snapped, trying to keep my voice steady despite the fear that coiled in my stomach. My hands balled into fists at my sides, ready for anything he might throw at me.
"Aw," he taunted, stepping closer until our bodies were nearly touching. "What's the matter? Afraid to play rough?"
"Fuck off," I spat, my heart pounding. I tried to push past him, but his heavy arm shot out, pinning me against the cold, stone wall. The force of the impact left me breathless, my eyes widening in terror as I realized how vulnerable I truly was in that moment.
"Let's see if our king still wants you after we’re done with you,” he growled, his fingers digging painfully into my hips as he held me against the wall. Panic surged through me, my mind racing as I struggled to break free from his iron grip.
Before I could react, the two door bunnies had me pinned up against the wall. I tried to scream but Dickface clamped his hand over my mouth. The three of them pushed me down onto a small round padded platform at the center of the room.
My heart raced as I felt their hands holding me down. It didn’t matter how hard I thrashed beneath them—they still managed to tie my wrists and ankles in place with rope.
My blood went ice cold as they attached the rope to metal bars strategically placed on the edges of the round platform. From under Dickface’s calloused palm, I winced as I felt my arms and legs be pulled wide apart. More straps were fitted around my thighs, spreading me, binding me to the platform so that I couldn't move an inch.
