Page 37 of Red Rabbit
“That’s it?” I stammered.
“You’re lucky I like your fire, baby girl,” he said, his voice dripping with a dangerous undertone that made me shiver. “Because if I didn’t, this would have gone a whole lot differently. I’ll handle it and that’s all you need to know.”
I didn’t exactly trust him, but he was my only option and so far, he hadn’t shown me any reason not to think he wouldn’t follow through on his word. I stared at him for another long moment then lifted my chin and put my arm through his again.
We walked through the Warren until we arrived at a cocktail lounge.
It was a dark and cozy cellar vibe with low lighting and a long bar along one wall. Lounges and comfortable seating were the only options and there was soft jazz music playing. Some of the other men with their women were there and Kraven was hailed by a few of the men across the room.
As I got closer, I saw most of the other women did not look good. I could see many with bruises around their necks and marks on their bodies. I tried not to stare but I couldn’t help but feel sick at the sight of their suffering.
We arrived at a lounge area where three men were sitting. One man in his late forties was reclined on a lounge casually dangling a leash from his fingers which was attached to the woman at his feet. He was a dark, swarthy man with calculating eyes and a countenance that demanded obedience from everyone.
“How is your investment turning out, Kraven?” He asked as his eyes slid over me.
“Worth every penny, Greg.“
“She certainly was expensive,” another said.
He was a larger man, more round than tall, and was balding with black beady eyes. His woman was sitting on his lap and his hand was currently under the skirt of her short dress. She looked uncomfortable and was staring at a point on the floor.
“The new ones always are, Johnson,” Greg said.
Kraven sat down in an armchair and before I could figure out what I was supposed to do he pulled me down on his lap. I perched on one of his legs, trying not to lean back against him. His hand rested on my bare thigh that lay exposed between his legs.
“What activities have you all done so far?” Kraven asked.
His fingers ran slow circles on the inside of my thigh. I squirmed and tried to discreetly move my leg until I heard him growl under his breath so low only I could hear and I stilled.
“I’ve had to use the punishment room on mine,” the third man said. “You should check it out, Kraven.”
My blood ran cold when I looked at him because everything about him oozed evil. I recognized him from the forest and felt a shiver run down my spine. He was in an all black suit with black rings on his fingers and tattoos on all visible skin with some extending up his neck. His mouth was twisted in a dark scowl and his eyes regarded everyone as though they were beneath him.
The woman at his feet cringed when he looked her way and I saw her hands tremble as they clutched at her dress. There were bruises around her neck and welts on her arms but what stood out the most were the cuts along her collarbone, raw and red against her pale skin. I didn’t know much about knife play, butthey looked deeper than something you would do for pleasure. I swallowed and looked away.
“The week is still young, Roger,” Kraven said vaguely.
“I’ve done the forest,” Greg said. “Then the punishment room to establish the boundaries. She took to it quite well.”
Greg gave the leash a tug and the woman cringed and turned towards his leg in response. The man put his hand on top of her head like she was some kind of dog.
“The forest is the reason I came here,” Johnson said. The woman on his lap gasped quietly as his fingers continued their exploration under her dress. She didn’t look to be enjoying it and her mouth was in a thin line with tension in every part of her body. “This is the first day she’s been able to sit right. Took her in the ass first.” He chuckled and I tensed on Kraven’s lap as anger vibrated through me.
A man dressed as a server walked up to the group.
“Drinks gentlemen?”
“Old fashioned,” Kraven said and the other men refreshed their drink orders.
“The forest is the reason I came here too,” Kraven said. “I’ve done something like this before on an island—”
“Oh I’ve heard of that place,” Roger interrupted. “Is it worth it? I hear the women voluntarily go to the island and get paid.”
“Yes. It’s all consent based—mostly. But it’s worth it. You can do anything you want to them there and it’s a free for all. You pay a fee and can go after anyone you want.”
“That has its appeal for sure,” Greg said.
“Anything?” Roger asked, his eyes flashing. “Even more so than here?”
