IMABUNNYGODDAMMIT SAID:

Drabble: Kill Me

He couldn't even hear the rabbit anymore.

If he just glanced behind him, he would see if the Easter Bunny was still struggling for life.

And so he did.

Dangling by ropes of black, coarse sand, the large animal had ceased writhing, his paws scrabbling uselessly at the one rope twisted around his neck. His eyes were unfocused and hazy and his fur seemed to be falling off in small clumps, revealing strained skin.

Pitch merely watched on, waiting for the body to still.

Waiting…

It stilled.