Page 12 of Code of Captivity

“Good,Zayka,” he said, his voice low and husky. “It seems you were a good student.”Bunny.

I was relieved when he pulled his finger out of me until he spoke again.

“Open,” he said—a single word, but I mindlessly obeyed. “Now, suck. Taste your wet bunny cunt.”

I closed my lips around his digit and sucked before licking him clean, doing everything they had taught me to do—to be.

His soft, triumphant chuckle echoed around the room while I tasted myself. Additional tears joined the previous, saturating my mask when I ached for more—more of his touch and more of his humiliation.

I was a product of his creation—another dead, unfeeling monster in his sick, twisted world. I died a little more inside when I acknowledged the sickness within myself. I couldn't remember when the collar he put around my neck stopped suffocating me—the sign of his ownership.

The tiny flicker of eternal hope I used to cling to was finally snuffed out.

Chapter 9

Adrik

I took my handkerchief out and wiped my finger on it before inspecting the transformed beauty. The sightless, obedient bunny who I could utilise at any given time made me want to rush home. The mask around her face was just as I’d imagined. Her body had filled out nicely, and the rabbit tail in her asshole made me itch to play with it. The three-week crash course into submission had worked wonders.

The doctor had drawn blood from her and planted an IUD inside her. The Madam had polished the rest of her up to the highest standard. Even her nipples seemed to pout upwards, trying to draw my attention, but I held back. I planned to devastate her when she came on my dick. To humiliate her in ways she couldn't imagine.

“Relax,Zayka,” I said before shrugging my suit jacket off while her arms dropped down to her sides.

I put her hand into the armhole of my jacket before placing it over her shoulders. She moved her arm and slipped it on as the other sleeve covered her. I buttoned the jacket. It shouldn't have mattered to me, but I didn't want anyone to see how perfect my creation turned out to be.

When I opened the door, Viktor stood blocking the doorway. He moved aside, but I nodded toward my new bunny.

“Bring her to the car, anddo notdamage the goods,” I said sharply as he looked inside the room.

“Da,” he said with a smirk on his face.

I was in too good a mood to reprimand him. I strode to the car where Andryúsha waited for us. Once seated in the car, I looked at the building where she had stayed. Pyotr was dismissed, and he reported there’d been no attempt by anyone to contact her.

“Take the fastest route home,” I told my driver before glancing at the window again.

Viktor had my bunny draped over his shoulder as he jogged down the stairs. I smiled because he followed my instructions. The only time my bunny would ache was after a good long fucking or a whipping. They wouldn’t leave the kind of scars that were on my body, but she would grow to love whatever I did to her.

The possibilities were endless.

Viktor tapped on the window, interrupting my sick bunny fantasies. I stabbed the button to roll the window down.

“What?” I snapped at him impatiently.

“Is she going in the trunk?” Viktor asked with a straight face as he crouched low enough for me to see her tail stuffed ass on his shoulder.

“Put her in the backseat and fuck off back to base with Pyotr,” I said before rolling my window up.

I didn't need to hear his laughter.

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I led Ania to my office, and once she was inside, I locked the door behind us. She didn't move from the spot until I led her tothe thick rug in the middle of the floor. I unbuttoned my jacket and hung it over my arm.

“Kneel,” I said, watching her graceful movement as she knelt down, placing her hands flat above her knees.

Sensory deprivation could be used to torture, or in my bunny’s case, it could be used for extreme pleasure. However, since I was a sick son of a bitch she would need to wait.

“Everything in my world is transactional, Zayka. There is nothing I wouldn't do to remain in power. You’ve only seen a fraction of what I am capable of,” I said, touching the two tubes her hair came out of before feeling the silky strands slip through my palms. “Show me what you learned. Ready to please.”

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