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Dinner had been a disaster, she was as obstinate as ever and just trying to feed her had only made things worse. Rolling his eyes in irritation, Nick looked down at this quarries’ prone form. Unconscious she almost looked peaceful. So peaceful, setting aside the short club he had dented her brow with seconds before, he took a deep calming breath.
No this was not the way, you’re not going to win her over by trying to force food down her throat. Running his thumb over his for finger it still hurt where she had bitten him. Thankfully the dried tuber root he had been trying to get her to eat had taken the brunt of her wrath. If it hadn’t been for that root though he was sure he would have lost a finger or worse.

‘Dumb bunny.’ Nick cursed, giving her a halfhearted kick, before using his toe to flip her over. ‘All you had to do was eat…you would think I was trying to…’ His voice trailed off as a wave of memories came burbling up from the past.

Judy. Head strong, obstinate, he had wanted to smother her the first few days he owned her. It had taken time, but she had grown to accept him, trust him even, until… until… He pushed the memory aside, forced it away from him. Suddenly filled with rage, guilt, and a terrible drive to be anywhere but in this room with…her.

No! Not her, forcing himself to look at the rabbit on the floor Nick drank in the details. Brown fur, not gray. Long thin ears, not short black tipped ones. Thinner built, to Judy’s curvy hips…

And yet in the light, their images seemed to shift and dance in the candle light. The dark shadows toned with crimson, became pools of blood and in their center, she lay. Screaming incoherently Nick ran from the room, it would be hours before he could bring himself to look upon her again.

…

Amenii’s world resolved into one of pain and half shadowed darkness.

‘Still alive...you damn fox.’ She croaked out, not caring if he struck her again. ‘I-I’m still alive – and that means…you messed up.’

Trying to push herself up to her feet, Amenii stumbled and fell hard on her side. Her hands had been retied with one difference, this time her hands were before her. Was this a test? Giving the ropes a tug, revealed a very short coil leading off to a large wooden beam driven into the ground.

How stupid was he, to leave her tied up with rope, more importantly, where was he?

A quick survey of the room revealed nothing, he was nowhere in sight. Straining her ears, she thought she heard something from above, but the walls drank most of the noise. Was that laughter, or, crying…

It made no sense in her mind and a second later as her head began to throb where he had struck her, Amenii realized how little she cared.

‘Stupid fox.’ Amenii whispered to the darkness. ‘You should have gagged me.’

Mouth open she raised the rope to her mouth and worked her teeth into the strands. Then her mouth exploded, it was as though a swarm of honey buzzers had been unleashed in her mouth, accompanied by a bitter taste of rancid berries. Even as she jerked her head back and began spitting the fibers that had gotten into her mouth out, she knew it was bad.

The world swam as the bitter taste moved down her throat, choking her. Several rasping breaths later, the worst of it passed, though her lips had swollen twice their size and her tongue felt numb and unresponsive in her mouth.

‘Uuuuuhp mhhh…’ She slurred on the floor, just focusing on trying to stay awake as she felt the strength leave her. ‘Huuuu-p mhhhh!’

From above something stirred and moments later a shadow came around the corner. A shadow that resolved into the monster himself.

‘Uuuuh.’ Amenii slurred, eye’s narrowing, she pointed at him with a shaking finger, as the venom began to work through her body, rage boiling in her emerald eyes. ‘yuuu, Hiiib thiiith…’

Smiling at her amusement, he leaned casually against the tunnel wall.

‘I see you’ve discovered the joys of Icara root.’ He shifted, detaching himself from the wall and moved to kneel beside her. ‘It’s quite potent, and is very, very, effective at preventing mammals from escaping.’

His smile grew to almost half his face, before adding. ‘Especially against mammals with big mouths.’

Taking her chin in his hands Amenii wanted to snap at him, get her teeth around his nose – and then he kissed her. Mind going blank, she did not know what to do for a second, scream, protest the stolen kiss, spit in his face, what. Then the feeling began to work its way into the edges of her lips, a faint tingling of senses returning.

Nick just smiled, as recognition crossed her face. The darker shade of his black lips, he had covered them with some tart smelling paste, this close she could smell in on his breath. Probably a leaf of some sort that needed to be ingested to work. Though it took a great deal of her remining strength, Amenii swallowed her pried and slurred out.

‘-Uulp Mh.’

His hand moved to caress her face, and this time pull her head onto his lap. She shivered, this close she could smell him, his musky scent, his moldering furs, his… Her eyes widened in horror. He was aroused by her helplessness. Before she could protests, he moved down, and planted another kiss on her lips, his tongue invading her mouth for a fraction of a second.

Heart racing, she shook her head, terror consuming her new born courage, even as the antidote began to work its way through her system.

Her captor’s hand moved to clasp her face, gentler this time, as he turned her head to look at an area just behind her.

‘Do you see that?’ He half purred, half whispered in her ear. ‘That is the rack I string up animals I intend to skin and butcher. It will serve just as well to restrain you, should I need to sleep, or venture out…’

The feeling was beginning to creep back into her mouth now, but her body felt weak as a newborn.

‘Wuhy – hy, are you telling – me this?’ Amenii forced out, forcing her head back to look at him, and for a second, she saw something, something beyond the cruelty and hunger there, and then it was gone.

His free hand moved to brush away a strand of fur that ruffled her head, then training it down over her cheek, he began to stroke her ears. Long casual strokes. Amenii wanted to scream, it was wrong! It was to intimate! He, knew it too. For another to touch a rabbit’s ears in such a matter was reserved to those who were considered close lovers. The thought made her sick.

‘S-o your go-ing to string me up. Like one of -you-r sacks below?’

Shaking his head, he leaned down to kiss her again, Amenii closed her eyes, bracing for the contact, that never came. Cracking a single eye, he was holding short, looking at her.

‘Cotton Tail.’ He began. ‘If I wanted you as dinner, I would have salted your corpse long ago.’

‘Th-then you- you- you-‘ the terror stealing her words away.

Her captor looked oddly repulsed, as though she had just slapped him.

‘No.’ He replied, some of the warm going out of his gaze, as he blew out a sigh. ‘I am not going to rape you. But I do want…things from you…’

Amenii’s heart skipped a beat. ‘Things…’

‘Not – no!’ Her tormentors, voice was irritated, but this time lacking in anger she had seen before. ‘I, I want you to eat, to talk to me, to, sleep…besides me…’

Amenii knew what he wanted, though she was not going to speak his request openly. You want me to be her. The one who died… Abruptly her attention jerked back to him.

‘-All I ask is that you give me a chance.’ His hand moved to cup her face again. ‘So, do we have a deal?’

Licking her lips, Amenii gauged her next few words very carefully, knowing they may be her last.

Previously: Arctic Drift: Your Dinner
Next: Arctic Drift: Is This Where You Sleep?

Description
Dinner had been a disaster, she was as obstinate as ever and just trying to feed her had only made things worse. Rolling his eyes in irritation, Nick looked down at this quarries’ prone form. Unconscious she almost looked peaceful. So peaceful, setting aside the short club he had dented her brow with seconds before, he took a deep calming breath.
No this was not the way, you’re not going to win her over by trying to force food down her throat. Running his thumb over his for finger it still hurt where she had bitten him. Thankfully the dried tuber root he had been trying to get her to eat had taken the brunt of her wrath. If it hadn’t been for that root though he was sure he would have lost a finger or worse.

‘Dumb bunny.’ Nick cursed, giving her a halfhearted kick, before using his toe to flip her over. ‘All you had to do was eat…you would think I was trying to…’ His voice trailed off as a wave of memories came burbling up from the past.

Judy. Head strong, obstinate, he had wanted to smother her the first few days he owned her. It had taken time, but she had grown to accept him, trust him even, until… until… He pushed the memory aside, forced it away from him. Suddenly filled with rage, guilt, and a terrible drive to be anywhere but in this room with…her.

No! Not her, forcing himself to look at the rabbit on the floor Nick drank in the details. Brown fur, not gray. Long thin ears, not short black tipped ones. Thinner built, to Judy’s curvy hips…

And yet in the light, their images seemed to shift and dance in the candle light. The dark shadows toned with crimson, became pools of blood and in their center, she lay. Screaming incoherently Nick ran from the room, it would be hours before he could bring himself to look upon her again.

…

Amenii’s world resolved into one of pain and half shadowed darkness.

‘Still alive...you damn fox.’ She croaked out, not caring if he struck her again. ‘I-I’m still alive – and that means…you messed up.’

Trying to push herself up to her feet, Amenii stumbled and fell hard on her side. Her hands had been retied with one difference, this time her hands were before her. Was this a test? Giving the ropes a tug, revealed a very short coil leading off to a large wooden beam driven into the ground.

How stupid was he, to leave her tied up with rope, more importantly, where was he?

A quick survey of the room revealed nothing, he was nowhere in sight. Straining her ears, she thought she heard something from above, but the walls drank most of the noise. Was that laughter, or, crying…

It made no sense in her mind and a second later as her head began to throb where he had struck her, Amenii realized how little she cared.

‘Stupid fox.’ Amenii whispered to the darkness. ‘You should have gagged me.’

Mouth open she raised the rope to her mouth and worked her teeth into the strands. Then her mouth exploded, it was as though a swarm of honey buzzers had been unleashed in her mouth, accompanied by a bitter taste of rancid berries. Even as she jerked her head back and began spitting the fibers that had gotten into her mouth out, she knew it was bad.

The world swam as the bitter taste moved down her throat, choking her. Several rasping breaths later, the worst of it passed, though her lips had swollen twice their size and her tongue felt numb and unresponsive in her mouth.

‘Uuuuuhp mhhh…’ She slurred on the floor, just focusing on trying to stay awake as she felt the strength leave her. ‘Huuuu-p mhhhh!’

From above something stirred and moments later a shadow came around the corner. A shadow that resolved into the monster himself.

‘Uuuuh.’ Amenii slurred, eye’s narrowing, she pointed at him with a shaking finger, as the venom began to work through her body, rage boiling in her emerald eyes. ‘yuuu, Hiiib thiiith…’

Smiling at her amusement, he leaned casually against the tunnel wall.

‘I see you’ve discovered the joys of Icara root.’ He shifted, detaching himself from the wall and moved to kneel beside her. ‘It’s quite potent, and is very, very, effective at preventing mammals from escaping.’

His smile grew to almost half his face, before adding. ‘Especially against mammals with big mouths.’

Taking her chin in his hands Amenii wanted to snap at him, get her teeth around his nose – and then he kissed her. Mind going blank, she did not know what to do for a second, scream, protest the stolen kiss, spit in his face, what. Then the feeling began to work its way into the edges of her lips, a faint tingling of senses returning.

Nick just smiled, as recognition crossed her face. The darker shade of his black lips, he had covered them with some tart smelling paste, this close she could smell in on his breath. Probably a leaf of some sort that needed to be ingested to work. Though it took a great deal of her remining strength, Amenii swallowed her pried and slurred out.

‘-Uulp Mh.’

His hand moved to caress her face, and this time pull her head onto his lap. She shivered, this close she could smell him, his musky scent, his moldering furs, his… Her eyes widened in horror. He was aroused by her helplessness. Before she could protests, he moved down, and planted another kiss on her lips, his tongue invading her mouth for a fraction of a second.

Heart racing, she shook her head, terror consuming her new born courage, even as the antidote began to work its way through her system.

Her captor’s hand moved to clasp her face, gentler this time, as he turned her head to look at an area just behind her.

‘Do you see that?’ He half purred, half whispered in her ear. ‘That is the rack I string up animals I intend to skin and butcher. It will serve just as well to restrain you, should I need to sleep, or venture out…’

The feeling was beginning to creep back into her mouth now, but her body felt weak as a newborn.

‘Wuhy – hy, are you telling – me this?’ Amenii forced out, forcing her head back to look at him, and for a second, she saw something, something beyond the cruelty and hunger there, and then it was gone.

His free hand moved to brush away a strand of fur that ruffled her head, then training it down over her cheek, he began to stroke her ears. Long casual strokes. Amenii wanted to scream, it was wrong! It was to intimate! He, knew it too. For another to touch a rabbit’s ears in such a matter was reserved to those who were considered close lovers. The thought made her sick.

‘S-o your go-ing to string me up. Like one of -you-r sacks below?’

Shaking his head, he leaned down to kiss her again, Amenii closed her eyes, bracing for the contact, that never came. Cracking a single eye, he was holding short, looking at her.

‘Cotton Tail.’ He began. ‘If I wanted you as dinner, I would have salted your corpse long ago.’

‘Th-then you- you- you-‘ the terror stealing her words away.

Her captor looked oddly repulsed, as though she had just slapped him.

‘No.’ He replied, some of the warm going out of his gaze, as he blew out a sigh. ‘I am not going to rape you. But I do want…things from you…’

Amenii’s heart skipped a beat. ‘Things…’

‘Not – no!’ Her tormentors, voice was irritated, but this time lacking in anger she had seen before. ‘I, I want you to eat, to talk to me, to, sleep…besides me…’

Amenii knew what he wanted, though she was not going to speak his request openly. You want me to be her. The one who died… Abruptly her attention jerked back to him.

‘-All I ask is that you give me a chance.’ His hand moved to cup her face again. ‘So, do we have a deal?’

Licking her lips, Amenii gauged her next few words very carefully, knowing they may be her last.

Previously: Arctic Drift: Your Dinner
Next: Arctic Drift: Is This Where You Sleep?