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Bunny strides across the room with a sashay to her hips that almost has me hard. I have to focus on the task at hand to keep from sporting a boner in front of our prisoner.
The Viper has no such compunctions. He shifts in his seat to accommodate his growing erection as he watches Bun. I’ve got him tied down tight—he’s not going anywhere—but there’s enough give in the ropes to let him wiggle a bit. I found it gives them false hope, like if they can move, there’s a chance they can escape.
There’s no escape once Bunny sets her sights on you, though.
She reaches the Viper and tips his chin up by placing her knife under it and raising the point until he has no choice but to look her in the eye. The doomed man’s Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, and the motion is enough to cause the razor-sharp blade to pierce the skin under his jaw. A thin trail of blood oozes down the knife, and Bunny raises the tool to her lips, licking the blade clean.
“Hm. Not the tastiest I’ve had, but not too bad.”
The Viper grins. “I’ve got something else you can taste, Rabbit Girl.” He moves his hips to draw her attention to his hard-on. “Rabbit want a nice, juicy carrot to suck on, huh?”
He just made the wrong fucking move.
Bunny raises a brow and taps the tip of the blade to her lips. “I’m not really a fan of baby carrots,” she says. “They say you shouldn’t play with toys that have such small parts, anyway.”
“C’mon, little Rabbit. I’ll give you what these losers can’t. I’m upper tier, baby! Cobra’s right hand. You can’t get higher than me, and I know all the tricks. Give me five minutes, and I’ll have you screaming my name.”
Bunny grins. “You’ll be screamingmyname in less than five, bub, and I can promise you won’t enjoy it. Oh, and an F-Y-I?” She leans in close, right next to his ear. “Don’t call me ‘Rabbit Girl.’ My name’s Bunny.”
“Bunny, Rabbit … It’s all the same,” he scoffs, and that’s when Bunny loses it.
A sick, wet sound precedes his first scream, followed by a dullsplatas Bunny spits out the earlobe she bit off.
Bunny rests a knee on the man’s leg—right over a break that I gave him earlier, eliciting another shout—and leans in as she sets to work carving up his face. She punctuates each slice with a carefully enunciated word.
“Call. Me.Bunny.”
When she steps back, the man’s cheek has her name carved into it. The letters are jagged and deep, deep enough that his huffing, panting breaths spray blood out of the wounds.
She cut clean through.
“Now that we’ve got that introduction out of the way, how about you tell me your name?” she asks, her voice calm and even.
“Fuck you, bitch!” He’s shaking from head to toe, and I note that he’s no longer hard. Having your face sliced open is enough to deflate any ego—or dick.
Bunny clucks her tongue at him. “Tsk, tsk, tsk.That’s no way to talk to a lady.”
“You call yourself a lady? You’re a fucking psycho!”
“I’mpsychotic?Me?” Bunny throws her head back and laughs. “You hear that, Kendrick? This dude thinks I’m psychotic. That’s really funny, considering he’s the delusional one here. I mean, c’mon, ‘Cobra’s right hand’? Like Cobra would send his ‘right hand’ out to shoot a poor, defenselessrabbit.”
She’s got a point. As much as this guy seems to know, he can’t be that high up in the Vipers’ ranks. Middle tier at best. Which means most of what he’s told me so far has been overheard, not entrusted. There’s a crucial difference between the two, and it’s one that makes him disposable.
Bunny looks over to Doc, who’s still drinking in the corner. “Can I play?”
Doc shrugs. “Do whatever you want. The med bag’s just for show.”
The Viper sputters and coughs. “You’re not going to fix this shit? She cut through my fucking face!” His words are a bit slurred, but I guess the pain and swelling will do that to a guy. He turns his head and spits blood out on the floor.
Another shrug. Another swig, finishing off the bottle. “No skin off my back, man. You hurt her. She’s owed some payback.”
Some days I’m grateful that Doc never got around to taking the Hippocratic Oath. I don’t know how well we’d get along if he kept to that “do no harm” bullshit. At least now he has some leeway in what he will and won’t allow us to do. He doesn’t take part, but he doesn’t stop us when the assholes deserve it, either.
“That’s right,” Bunny affirms, switching to a stabbing grip on her hilt. “I mean, what’s the old saying? ‘An eye for an eye’?”
Our captive Viper pisses himself at Bunny’s words, mere seconds before she jams the blade in his shoulder. He screams, and she twists it for good measure. Though her pink contacts hide it, I know her pupils have gotta be blown with the pleasure she gets from this. My Bunny loves a good beat-down, loves the sound of screams echoing here in the basement. Me and Doc are gonna have a good night when this is all done. Bunny’s always horniest when she’s covered in some deserving asshole’s blood.
By now, the Viper has lost all his cool points. He’s sniffling and sobbing, tears streaming down his torn cheek. “Please! I was just doing what Cobra said to! I didn’t know, all right? I had no idea who you were. I was just following orders …”
