Page 41 of Red Rabbit
“How long have you been here?”
“Three months,” she said.
“Is it always like this?”
“Sometimes you get a nice one. Like you did—but it’s rare.”
My stomach dropped.
“You better leave. He’ll come—”
I heard a rustling in the bushes and didn’t stick around to find out who it was. The woman was right, there was nothing any of us could do.
After a few minutes, I slowed down to catch my breath but someone grabbed me and pulled me backwards. At first I thought it was Kraven but then a hand snaked around to cover my mouth and I felt the cold bite of steel against my neck.
“I was sad when Kraven said I couldn’t play with you,” Roger said softly in my ear.
Terror gripped me and I struggled but he only pressed the blade deeper into my neck and I felt the burn as it cut me.
“You have beautiful skin,” he said in my ear.
I could feel his cock press against me through his pants as he slid the blade down my neck and the tip of the knife played with my nipple. I tried to be still but my chest was heaving as I tried to steady my breathing. He slid the flat of the knife over the curve of my breast and then with a sudden twist, the knife dug deep into my skin. I screamed against his hand, pain coursing through my body as blood ran down my stomach. He inhaled and groaned, almost like he was breathing in my suffering.
The knife slid down my belly and the flat teased my pussy. I sobbed against his hand and started trembling as something pushed against me and I realized he was sliding the handle of the blade inside me. He wasn’t gentle.
He pulled it out and brought it to his lips.
“God, you taste good,” he breathed.
He kicked my legs out from under me and I went down to my knees. He leaned over and dug his fingers in the cut he made on my breast. I jerked in pain and screamed against his hand again, trying to struggle out of his grasp. He brought his bloody fingers to his lips and licked the blood off with a groan. I was shaking, panic made my breath come short. I scrambled at his hand over my mouth but he avoided my thrashing.
“I wish I bid on you. There’s so much I’d love to do.” I yanked against him angrily in protest, breathing heavily against his hand.
He only chuckled at my struggles and dragged the tip of the knife lightly down my neck, teasing until he got to the top of my shoulder and then he dug into my skin again. I heard my screams die in his hand and I tried to pull away, shaking with pain and unable to draw in a full breath. My panting and whimpering were the only sounds as I felt him go still behind me as though he heard something.
“We’ll play again later, love,” he said and kissed me on the neck before his hands left me and he vanished. I collapsed against a tree, trembling and crying.
I heard someone coming and tensed in fear but a moment later I saw Kraven appear through the trees. When he saw me and the state I was in, the anger on his face was so terrifying, I scrambled back against the trunk as he advanced on me. He knelt down in front of me and grabbed my face, pulling me towards him roughly.
“Who touched you?” He demanded. “Was it Roger?”
“Y—yes,” I gasped.
He bared his teeth before he released me and disappeared into the trees.
Shortly after, two guards I hadn’t seen before appeared and dragged me up to my feet. I was glad it wasn’t Sal and Tank. I don’t think I could have handled them. The guards took me out of the forest and straight to Kraven’s suite. When they shut the door I was alone and I started crying so hard I slid down to the ground. I was filthy and bloody and I couldn’t draw a full breath without feeling like my chest would burst. I vaguely registered I was having a panic attack but I couldn’t seem to remember how to fix it.
A few minutes later, I finally was getting my breathing under control when the door crashed open and sent me into a panic again. Kraven raged into the room and I scrambled backwards as he came towards me. He looked like the devil himself with his hair wildly out of place and blood splattered across the front of his shirt and face. His eyes looked unhinged and chaotic.
He kept advancing and my back slammed hard against the wall as I ran out of room. I climbed quickly to my feet, trembling. He stopped in front of me and I whimpered and cringed away from him when he raised his hand but he only grabbed my chin and turned my face to him. His eyes took in the cuts Roger made on my breast and shoulder and his rage rolled off of him. He was breathing heavily and I could hear him attempting to gain control of himself.
“He won’t touch you again,” he said in a murderous voice and a muscle in his jaw clenched when he met my wide-eyed, panicked stare. I felt like a wounded animal cornered by only a slightly less unhinged killer.
“How—how do you know?” I stammered, my breath catching.
“I taught him a lesson on what happens when people touch my property,” he growled.
My eyes flickered down to the blood on his shirt and back up to him. He released my chin and abruptly turned to walk into the bathroom, pulling his shirt off as he went. “And if he is stupid enough to touch you again, I’ll kill him,” he said over his shoulder.
