Perverted Justice


Judy woke up with a hard gasp because of the breathlessness she was greatly feeling, which got her to groan weakly while her head crawled in muddling from the rough treatment she had to endure through. There were these muffled sounds of gears grinding into one another as well as the electric buzzing of something she couldn't place a word upon, while something clanked and screeched all around her with distant yells coming from somewhere above. She dared to open her eyes but then the light blinded her to which her instinctive reaction was to cover those said eyes, yet her paws weren't reaching them as if they weren't on her body which got her to squirm from forced ignorance. That was when she felt her paws to lightly tingle, a very weak and anemic sensation, a sensation of them being trapped which was even felt around her ankles, while pressure was being sensed around her middle where warmth was present. Why and what?

Her head slightly angled itself and Judy saw the same cheetah from the dark alley who was just standing still without even caring to look down at her while the surroundings became noticed in the form of a rusty metal box that had a chain fence in front, a fence behind which solid cement was visible but it was definitely in motion. She was feeling descent as that tingling in her stomach became known to her dizzy brain and got her to shiver instinctively while the pain from the fight got her to wince and hiss which closed her eyes as she groaned tightly. The pain spread like an infected wound around her backside and pressured her chest inwards to which the tightness almost felt unbearable.

A very harsh crash around the box of metal as well as a long metallic screech got her to widely open her eyes with pants but she couldn't see that same concrete material anymore behind the fence but jagged rocks that carried different kinds of minerals in them, rocks that had a black shell and alike-probable core, some of them smooth, others pretty pointy and uneven. Quiet chatter began behind her and she wanted to move herself so she could skim the mammals, but in that moment she felt drowsy as her brain's throbbing came back searingly with her pulse becoming a bit weaker and even as she tried to force herself to stay awake, her head fell and hung in the air lifelessly while the machinery noises continued with that same rhythm and disinterest of the world around them.

What a world…

There was this dripping noise but it was not like any other. This one's rhythm was perfect and it was as if it was engineered that way, an endless perfection of symphony or probably a broken pipe? Who knew what that liquid carried or where it was coming from, who knew why it was spilling there and not somewhere else, which didn't carry a problem, yet it did because its attributes were unknown, they were mysteriously undiscovered in the form of disinterest. Such a simple thing overlooked and forgotten with the allowance of it echoing around the area of space which bounced its song willingly and without question, hell it didn't have a vote to that, it usually didn't have anything.

The dripping and blopping became more distant and distant and Judy pursed her lips as her tongue got out and traced the rough and dry surface which succeeded and getting them to leak her precious fuel that was her blood, blood that spread around her pink tongue and instantly pushed the alarms in her brain which began waking her up. The liquid didn't feel too off tho, it was warm but not tasty, yet its dampness around her lips slightly reduced her problematic situation. Judy felt herself rejoining the sensations of her body yet again and as she opened her eyes, it was a pitch dark place which was definitely moving, strangely enough. The walls around her had morphed with the form of her body and were feeling rather coarse and constricting with her restraints now even being tighter around her limbs which was even painful, at least she could still feel them.

There was an idea of what was happening but her head couldn't comprehend that because it was still aching and pulsing but not as bad as when she was thrown against the dumpster, now the pain was less of an issue even if it was present within and around her body, pain that she endured with gritted teeth and iron will. She squirmed inside her unknown prison and whimpered in desperation but the only sounds she could register were those of her breathing and light footsteps as well as some kind of wind that was echoing around her. It was a strange kind of eerie echo which was like a low whistle which got her to shiver as if it had brushed her fur while another strange sound became known to her surroundings, it was the symphony of something distant, something like a heavy machine with many parts which was working on full momentum. But those were just guesses.

Wanting to know what was going on managed to push in her throat and she mumbled very lowly and weakly, "H-h-hello… W-w-what's g-going on?" But there was nothing, just more of the same and she wanted to hug herself because the vulnerability was too much, yet she couldn't move her paws as they were behind her and she was just going to tearly whimper if it wasn't for the creaking of hinges and the sound of a metal bashing against something solid. The surroundings rustled around her and grinded into her fur so much that she felt itching on the surface of her skin which made her to lightly groan in dissatisfaction but the pain managed to stifle that annoying sensation quite quickly.

The constricted space then swooshed quickly and she felt as if she was in a free fall, shortly after her rump hit something sharp and solid which got her to grunt painfully but then the top of the small space opened, and weak but protruding light poured in that blinded her moist lilacs but it didn't end there as someone grabbed her ears and pulled her out of what she still wasn't sure she was in. She shrieked in agony because being pulled by her ears was something incredibly painful because the feeling was as if they were going to tear from her head from the base but the mammal that was doing this to her dropped her on the ground, to her luck, thus with closed eyes she tried to worm away from her torturer.

The ground was cold and somewhat crude as well as uncomfortable and it smelled very damp as well as suffocating but she was glad that she was out of that thing, that small prison of breathlessness. Because she wanted to know where she was, her eyes opened as she whimpered again with a heavy exhale and looked at the mammal who she couldn't recognize right away due to the blurriness in her vison but it quickly fixated upon the figure, and she recognized it as the female cheetah who knocked her out before she fell into unconsciousness. She was so slim and even looked rather harmless yet her face spoke volumes of what she had gone through, a face filled with coldness and visible anger.

Judy noticed her previous prison she was in which was a brown sack that the cheetah collected and put on her back while the background to the doe became clear, she was in some kind of room which was visibly dug into a rock, the only thing made of concrete being that of the doorframe from where she had been forcibly carried. The hallway behind the widely-opened door consisted again of that same and lifeless concrete with cracks all around it as well as some black cables that were hanging from the ceiling as well as lightly moving around. She was underground who knows where, she needed to know.

"W-where am I?" Judy quietly asked the female in front of her who was going through some of her pockets on her pants.

The cheetah remained unresponsive till she pulled out a cigarette, and just before lighting it up, she answered gloomily with a very short glance, "Doesn't matter..." Judy for a moment saw the cheetah's expression to soften but as the feline inhaled, her face scrunched in hardness with a very strained exhale following by and she turned around instantly, her tail hitting the wall that used to be on her side, after which she exited the deformed room by crashing the door into the frame and locking it, after which she stomped off and left Judy to herself and her unknown future.

Judy fell on her side and stared at the obsidian-looking surface that was so uneven and pointy. She didn't have a clue where she was but what she knew was that she was in irreversible trouble and from the mammal's words, she probably was going to be killed for who knows what. And that made her chest tight, her eyes unstable and her throat cramped. She was so cold, so hurting and yet more and more seemed to happen without pause which got her at last to begin sobbing quietly with herself as the dam of pressure just became too much yet again, the loneliness persevering and filling her heart with doubt as well as futile despair.

Everything had happened so quickly and without notice, it was like she wasn't allowed a moments rest. The day was showing so much promise and she had made such great progress with Nick as well as having experienced exhilaration and wonder until the illusion of happiness was yet again broken by the grim reality of the real world. If they hadn't went to Happytown maybe they would be together right now, in each other's warm embrace and scent, in each other's paws and company, something that sounded and seemed so distant and impossible as well as incredibly dreamy. The clarity slapped her heart so ruthlessly that she lost her breath and began squirming as hard as she could.

The bindings weren't budging and the more she tried, the less energy she had to continue until she couldn't do it anymore and plopped her head into the awful and uneven ground. Her eyes began quivering and she didn't have control over her emotions as they flooded her body overwhelmingly but that angered her because of her weakness and she tried to stand up which resulted in her just rolling around the cold floor until her head got dizzy enough for her to stop. The bitterness around her mouth was starting to get to her and her lips were cracking even more, even if she didn't want to focus attention on herself, the lack of someone to talk to, the loneliness and fear just overtook her mind.

"Hello! Can I have some… water?!" Judy shouted and aimed her eyes at the steel door which's dents and deformities were now visible on closer scrutinization. Silence was thrown at her in response and she tried again even more desperately, this time yelling with all her voice until she gurgled and quit. There was this strange exhaustion that got her to stop doing anything and she just lay there on the middle of the floor for who knows how long, but in the process, she began talking to herself without any consistency until her mind snapped because she was furious at the situation she had let herself fall in, at her mistakes and disabilities of reading her surroundings.

She talked, she rolled around, she shrieked but nothing was helping, nothing was happening or being heard, just that same eerie wind, her whimpers, and fears inside her mind. At least there was light inside that misshaped room that came from the loosely hanging light bulb attached to the bumpy ceiling where visible water was snaking down the rock, yet she hadn't noticed that crucial detail. But there was something else around the moutanious ceiling, there were very dark webs with quite the meaty spiders there which were playing with their pincers while looking at Judy, who when she saw them shivered and began imagining them on her which got her instinctively to recoil away.

The ropes that binded her were thick and even as she tried, they weren't going to fall off even as she attempted to loosen them, the only effect was that of getting them tighter and blocking her veins of blood which was making her limbs go rigider and colder, thus she rested her head onto the foul rock and tried to regain some of her expended strength with hard pants and severe headaches. She had strained her body so much in her attempts of escape that she had even injured herself and had made her position even worse than it already was.

Her mind took her to the memories of when she and Nick were at that scraper and were overlooking the whole of Zootopia, the magnificent bedrooms that she had visited as well as bathrooms. The incredible sights and warm clothing. The intimate cave and heart-melting affection. But then came those of Happytown and the desecrated elk that had been disfigured by those blood-hungry beasts who had hurt her so much that her back stung and she whimpered in a moment of extreme agony just from the memory of when she had lost her breath from the harsh throw.

How could someone do that to another living being? Why would someone want to do that? Because they just enjoyed eating meat?! That was preposterous and such thinking was filled with mental instabilities and delusions. But even if she felt like that, the fact wasn't going to change that she had witnessed the consumption of mammal meat as well as the butchery of a recently-killed mammal, but despite her experience with death, her stomach couldn't hold its contents anymore and she released them in front of her which got her to feel the acid in her throat and mouth, acid that was so repulsing, so uncomfortable, so unwelcomed…

Her stomach's juices managed to trickle towards her and soak into her fur and clothes because of the elevation of the ground. That disgusted her but she was unable to do anything about it but tremble and despair in her miserable state which wasn't just on a physical but as well as psychological foundation. She couldn't get the images of the elk's open skull out of her head, images that were making her own head to itch and her mind to think that there was that same hole in there as well, after which her insanity increased and she thought that something was crawling around her back.

That was when she imagined the big spiders as if they wanted to consume her, prey entangled and captured, a ready feast right for the taking. She shrieked and wormed away from the wall while looking behind her with pacing eyes and pumping heart. The place was getting her paranoid and she wanted to get out of her restraints because her limbs were hurting so damn much while being so cold and unresponsive… She tried to get herself in rails by forcing her breathing into a rhythm and closing off her memories as to not flood her with more fear and despair. It took her some time to steady herself and even if she was feeling like shit, her mental vulnerability managed to cool itself down even if she was imagining movement around her back.

That was when something was for sure beginning to crawl onto her and she saw a cockroach as big as half her paw trying to burrow itself under her fur which was met with queasiness and daunting fear that got her to shake violently as to try and chase the overgrown insect that got the message and fell off of her after some failed attempts from Judy's side. Was she food for these mammal's pets? Why were these insects so big, this wasn't normal! What else was going to try and get on her, what more was hiding in the corners of the cavernous room. She actually preferred not to know and just begged for no more curious cockroaches, which probably wasn't going to be the case as she noticed a few who were calmly looking at her, the only thing moving being their long antenas… It made her gulp hard and feel a violent shiver, to which she moved closer to the light as she knew that they didn't enjoy it much and stood away from it.

She was in a situation where it was either death or life and she wasn't content on being turned into mince or a lifeless corpse. She was still so young and was capable of doing so much. She hadn't worked on herself so much just to be stomped and thrown in the trash, that was out of the question even if she wanted to just quit at that very moment. That idea was beautiful but there was always this problem that was part of her, it was welded into her foundations of who she was and that was that she just didn't know when to quit.

Yes.

Her eyes moved around the disfigured room and when they got to the floor yet again, her mind instantly forged an idea. If she grinded her ropes into the pointy rocks, she could sever them even if it would take quite some time. It was better than just laying and grieving, it was something, it was hope. With a painful grunt, she squirmed her way to one of the visible sharper edges and positioned the ropes above that surface of probable freedom.

The slow process began and the grinding was starting to tear the fibers of the thick rope around her wrists, indication that meant that it would be a very long night or day for which she wasn't sure that she had time, yet even if her wrists' veins tried to pump warm blood into her limbs, which was creating a suffocating itch around the area of clogging, she wasn't stopping, her instincts were on overdrive and she wanted to get out or least have a chance to properly defend herself even if it would be against that elephant seal. She'd rather fight to the death than be mistreated further.

At some point throughout time she decided to take a small break because her body was so stiff and exhausted, her mind was swimming in dizziness and her belly was growling in want of food. Her tongue was bitter from the fluids of her insides while there was this present dryness that was making her to purse her lips in the subconscious reaction to the need of water, of rejuvenation. There was such close to the walls and every drop that fell from the ceiling was making her wince but she needed to cut herself free first, her dissatisfaction was only in the way to her door to freedom.

Just as she was to begin pitying herself from the helplessness she put herself in, her ears sprung into motion as they detected footsteps coming closer to the metal door and they stopped just in front with the sound of arguing coming forth. She was to yell for help if she hadn't caught herself that her position was one of limited time and the less they remembered that she was in there the better because the ropes weren't even cut halfway through.

"I don't fuckety give a shit what it fuckingly takes! Take them to the fucking pit you fuck of a fuck!" yelled a very deep voice that sounded so sharp and smelting but it was unknown as she hadn't ever heard it in her life.

"He bite me, boss. I beat him but he bite again!" complained the other mammal in response and that voice was now familiar because of the way that the words were carried with a somewhat broken zootopian accent.

There was this low growl that echoed around outside with words being carried with it, "Then fucking muzzle him you handicapped-retarded pile of shit!"

"Handi-wha… What's a muzzle, boss?!"

The light growl became loud and a very hard slam followed against the steel door that managed to get her to flinch and shrink her heart further as well as get her to squirm away a little because she feared that the angry mammal would come in and take it on her, thoughts that were created from her recent bad experience. "GET-them there!"-the angry mammal hissed-"if you don't, I'll make fucking-sure your grody fat ass takes their fucking places. Was I clear, Misha?"

The mammal on the other side was silent for a mere moment until he responded in panic as well as squeakiness, "Yes, boss!" and stormed off with heavy steps into the unknown while the presence of the mammal with the deep voice was still being sensed as she could faintly hear his harder breathing as well as claws tapping the floor in a rhythm that actually carried a sort of tone until the trance was broken again after some silence with the ghastly ambience.

"Fucking fuckity-fuck. So fuckingly fucking incompetent…" The mammal with the smelting voice mumbled to himself and just as he began walking off, he stopped and shouted with annoyance, "Spots, come here." Judy's curiosity got the better of her and managed to push her to roll closer to the door so she could overhear the conversation better because the more she knew, the better were her chances of survival which essentially was her priority at that forsaken place of captivity.

"Yes?" returned a feminine voice that sounded a lot like the female cheetah that had carried her to the hellhole she was currently in. But the answer wasn't carried with coldness and apathy but with hints of sweetness and warmth, why was that so and who was this mammal that carried such authority around himself?

"I need you to see what you can find about a certain vixen. She has been asking too many fucking questions of late and I don't fucking like that shit. Clip her wings if needed," his voice became lower and Judy had to strain her ears to the limit. "Get some muscle for the meeting because I don't fucking want any problems with those fuckers from above. I don't know if Rez is going to come as you know that he is a little bitch and won't show his face to the likes of us. Afraid to be seen with us, I'll fuckin—"

"Hey, he has his reasons," the feline stopped the male from continuing and there was this stirring of cloth that came from under the door's crevices but nothing followed but deafness which loomed over the surroundings for some moments until the female finished, "I'm on it." And with that the conversation stopped, while the corridor received steps that moved in both directions until there were no more and Judy was again drowned in loneliness and the sounds of fear but now she had something to gnaw upon as what was said managed to get her guessing and thinking. The bear was bitten and there was the possibility of the mammal having been Nick because that was most probable, not certain but probable and that was all she needed, because even if it was scarce, it was enough to calm her heart from giving her a squeezing death.

He could still be alive but where was he being taken and did he know where she was and if she was okay? Well, she wasn't okay as her situation couldn't even be compared with that at the academy where she was met with prejudice and excruciating hardships which were created by the hard training and overconfident bullies. But this, this wasn't training but torturous nastiness. She was never bound or treated like that. Yes, her sparing matches weren't fun with the bruises and knock downs that were put upon her but it was voluntary, it was on her own will, unlike now. There was no starvation or dehydration, no cockroaches and wicked air, no spiders and rough bedding, no binds…

The rest of the conversation didn't make any sense to her but what did was that there was going to be some sort of meeting between who knows who but she wasn't interested in that, not when her life was at stake as well as Nick's. But in order to succeed in helping him, she needed to help herself and that seemed like a rather hard thing to do as her body was becoming limp and her brain was starting to infect her cells with sleep, sleep she had deprived herself for a long time, time that came and went but there was not even the slightest idea of its number, there was nothing but coldness and mudding disorientation which was like a disease that festered and left rot in its trail.

Instant pressure was felt in her eyes and her mouth quivered in anxiety which tried to push her to continue her painful journey of escape.

It was a journey that had taken her strength and her already-dizzy head was beginning to drown in fatigue.

Her eyes were starting to become heavier with the burden of captivity.

Her muscles were losing their past strength.

Her mind wanted one thing.

Solace.


Something was touching her around her arms, or was it crawling? She didn't know but because of the utter exhaustion she was in, the instinctive need to open her eyes and spot the threat was stomped and thrown into the gutter but the strange thing happened and she actually felt relaxation around her paws and spreading warmth which tingled a lot but not enough to get her to open the shutters at last. The want of this rest to never end was great and infectious for her mind which wasn't letting her to exit her non-existent lucidity. That would've been something troubling for her if she was awake. But she wasn't.

That what we crave for tho, it never lasts forever as something wet fell right on the flesh of her pink nose which grumbled in irritation and got her to sneeze because of the breath she took sharply. That was the turning point which managed to pull her from the well of darkness and get her blurry vision to try and refocus while she pushed herself to a sitting position and brushed her nose off the moisture. Wait, how did she sit up? Her paws didn't feel restricted, they were in front of her. Her heart began hammering hard and fueled her resolve to use the opportunity or at least understand what was happening.

Her paws were in front of her face and they were free with the visible outlines of the rope that had been around her wrists but there was no blood or bruises which was incredibly odd, it was kinda surreal but she didn't have the time to muse about it as she detected a very familiar scent which tugged the strings of her heart and got her to look around which's result was her spotting a red fox that was in between the frame of the steel door that had been widely opened while he looked at her with crossed arms and a very disappointed frown.

"Niick!" she shouted a bit roughly as her eyes couldn't believe it nor did her mind yet there he was, in the flesh and fur but why wasn't he responding to her, why was he looking at her with such disdain and anger? But then he scoffed hard as he turned around and began leaving the room which made her to yell, "Stop! Wait! I don't understand!?" Her feet tried to get her up so she could chase him and find out what was going on but she tripped and almost fell on her face if it were not for her free paws. Her legs were still bound and with a desperate groan, she began trying to untie the tight knots around her ankles with a spread of panic inside of her.

Why had Nick just done that? Had he freed her paws? No one else could've but why was he mad at her and had left?! How could he do that to her! Her eyes squeezed shut as she fought of the tears that were harvested from her exasperation of the heart but then she felt the tie around her ankles to loosen and with a finishing move she freed herself from the grasp of madness. The searing tingling entered her limbs and she tried to stand up foolishly and chase after her fox but her legs buckled and she fell, yet that didn't stop her as she tried and tried again until she saw no other way but to crawl on her knees and paws.

The suffocating air was everywhere but as she neared the open door and brighter light from the corridor, it became bearable as now it wasn't tickling the insides of her lungs. The corridor was long, both directions and it even seemed endless which was baffling but she could see barely visible pawprints on the dusty concrete floor and resumed her slow chase that was so because of her disabilities of standing tall. The strange part about that corridor was that there was nothing around the enclosed space but the lone lamps that stood in the middle of the ceiling. Where were the cables, piping or anything, at least some kind of trash. Why was it so bland an uninhabited while it looked so big and endless, it was chilling her core and the lack of sight of her fox was maddening her to such an extent that she was now trying to get on her feet.

Surprisingly, they listened to her and even if she strained herself, she managed to get on them and with the support of the wall, she continued to walk down the empty corridor with doors on both sides of the walls which seemed untouched and as when she tried to open some of them, they just scrunched from the pressure but forbid her from entering. How had he entered the place and where were the other mammals? Why was the place abandoned and for how long had she lay there in that morbid place of desolation. More importantly, why had he left her when she needed him most?!

Whimpers gurgled inside her throat but she didn't quit, she couldn't even if the drive to go back into that room and just curl into herself was strong. Now was her chance for escape and Nick was somewhere around the place which meant that she could easily achieve what she had promised herself when she had fallen asleep. Her ridiculous thoughts of madness made her to lightly chuckle to herself but the momentary happiness was squashed like an annoying insect as concern that she may never find him scourged her body and pushed her to move faster.

That was when the last drop of rationality left her as she had trailed around the endless straight corridor for so much that she wasn't able to think clearly and began yelling his name which echoed like a sharp reminder of how she had lost him, of how she had lost herself, of her failure. That made her to continue yelling his name but all she received as a response was that haunting wind which was brushing the fur on her head while it moved on its course, that being into the distant unknown.

When the last drop of hope was to be lost into oblivion, her eyes at last spotted a slightly opened door which was surprisingly from wood and had beautiful ornaments of flowers and leaves around its body but she couldn't appreciate that and crept quietly inside where there was this void of black with a small light coming from somewhere deeper where that void was being disturbed.

But the moment she entered inside, there was this aroma that was far too familiar to her tastes and memories, it was the smell of burnt flesh which feasted on her emotions and got her to feel nausea which would've got her to spill it all out if she wasn't running on her reserves and emptiness. Her eyes stung and for a moment she thought of backtracking but wind blew against her and the door crashed into the frame which made her ears to jump and her to try and pull the knob as to open the wooden construct but there was no knob, just the rough wood that shouldn't have been as such because of the pristine side she had seen in front, yet there it was, she could feel it and there was this grittiness as particles fell on the floor which was as cold as ice.

That was it, the only way forwards was actually forward and there was no turning back no matter what lay ahead, no matter how the sharp and mortifying the smell was, she had to put her feet in front of herself and reach that weak light no matter how much she wanted not to do so. She hugged herself and did so with a slumped body as if she was trying to appear as small as possible for a nameless reason. The smell was turning her to the past and was starting to get her to picture another face under that blanket and that face was of a disfigured red fox who lacked fur and eyes. The flesh was dark and seemed to be falling off of him and that got her to sob from fear of the possible inevitable.

She didn't want to experience that ever again but why was it present in this monstrous place, only she and him knew about it, she hadn't told anyone else. As the light started coming closer to her eyes that was when the subtle whispers began coming from around her which now got her to widely open her eyes and start looking around herself frantically while shivers overtook her. This wasn't normal, was she going insane or was this happening for real? Maybe it was happening for real because her psyche had broken apart like an overused and pushed to the limits car. With low groans, her legs began carrying her faster but with each step taken, the chanting as well as discordant whispering was becoming louder and louder which now was bringing back her headaches and ringing to which she responded with a full-on sprint.

There wasn't even the slightest care if she would trip on something or fall down a set of stairs, the noise was provoking her basic instincts of survival and the darkness was just too much, her eyes craved light and vision, her heart something else. It seemed that the light was coming from the crevice of another door against which she collided her paws into as she tried to find a handle that was actually present, thank carrots for that. It flew open and she was blinded by the room's light that wasn't that strong but strong enough to get her orbs blurred as she entered and closed off the smell of death and sounds of madness.

But when she saw who was in the room, she actually preferred to go back because she couldn't take the image nor the reality that wanted to force itself in her. There stood Nick, tied to a chair with his head hanging back and his tongue out with a lot of blood having flown down that said head and around his stained cream fur. His shirt was in tatters and what was around his belly got her to clench her heart with both paws while her eyes filled with tears of grief and disappointment of her failure. There was an uneven and zaggy line which ended with the violator in the form of a knife at the end of the massive wound from which his guts had spewed in between his legs.

It was a bloody mess and was disgusting because his previously-pristine fur was now ruined while his skin could no longer keep his insides in and had spat them out. Maybe he was still alive, maybe she could fix him but then she remembered the blood from his head and realized that the worst had happened. But what she hadn't seen was the figure of the mammal that was hiding in the shadows as it stepped forth and just stared at the maimed fox. Her eyes instantly zeroed on the mammal and immediately made the connection of who that was. It was Bruno the maned wolf and he was with those same clothes and past-white shirt which was now even bloodier. It was fully red, as if it was dyed entirely.

He turned to look at her with a psychotic grin while his paw held onto that same old pawgun. His head tilted to the side and that was when her face scrunched in maddening lust for revenge which broke her apart as she was to stand up and charge the wicked mammal who had taken someone precious from her but that was when the unthinkable happened and got her to freeze. Nick's eyes had squinted on hers, and he had arched himself forward as much as the ropes let him to do so. But his eyes weren't those warm emeralds she could remember but a lifeless and muddled white which was pushing her rationality to the limits because this was impossible, yet she could see and feel everything so colorfully, so unwillingly.

That was when more fresh blood came from the bullet hole in his head and pushed around the hairs of his fur until it reached one of his dead eyes and filled the sides with the iron-smelling life-keeping fuel. His lips curled into rage and his growls weren't natural as they sounded like as if they were coming from a monster and not a mammal, not her fox.

"You did this…" he sneered as saliva began falling from his mouth and onto his guts that were still sprawled in between his legs.

The accusation robbed her of her energy and made her to sit on the warmth-stealing ground as she stared at him with tears freely flowing down her cheeks while she tried to formulate a simple answer. "Wh— I don— Nick… I do—"

"You never listened to me! You got me in this mess and you'll pay for it!" he snapped his snout so hard that the move got the knife to slash further into him and fall from his stomach and onto the solid surface where it clanked, while Bruno swayed the gun at Judy's direction, and began laughing with all his breath as if this was amusing him, as if what he had done was the most fulfilling thing in the world, as if her misery was the prize for his happiness.

But what Nick had said and his lifeless stare had gotten to her too hard and she tried to shrink herself as much as it was possible because she knew that there was truth to that. If she had pushed him away and had just walked away, nothing of this would've happened and her life wouldn't have been so hard, so painful. Maybe she would've still been a police officer if she had listened to his advice but no, she had chosen her path and now he was dead, gone, ruined. She couldn't answer, there was nothing to fix what was done and the pressure was killing her from the inside out as the breathlessness from her pacing heart was too much as well as the twisting inside her stomach. The maned wolf's maniacal laughter was filling her ears with poison while Nick's unrelenting staring was like a bombardment of malice.

"P-plea-s-se… I d— s-st-o-op…" Her paws went for her ears and her head to her knees as she tried to appear as small as possible while trying to find anything to fill the gaping hole inside of her that was starting to dissolve everything in its surroundings. The laughter was so hard and nasty, so abominable and misplaced, it was excruciating for her and she could feel the drilling gaze of her precious mammal and friend. Nothing made sense but even so, it was making too much sense for her which began pulling the roots of her foundations and beliefs as her mind battled with the agony of grief and madness.

That was when Nick's eyes finally closed and his head slumped forward which got the chair disbalanced and he fell with a loud thud on the floor with his insides around him and that attracted her attention while in her muddled thinking. That was when she saw the reaction of the maned wolf who grabbed his stomach and jeered as hard as he could while tears of joy fell from his gross eyes, eyes of a killer, eyes of a murderer.

A loud bang came for the dark part of the room and clipped the side of Bruno's neck which he grabbed as blood began pulsating out around him. His gun aimed at the darkness while he grunted and groaned in pain but then a 2nd shot came and blew off his fingers which got him to drop the gun and squat while yells of anguish formed in his disgruntled throat. The assailant came out from the shadows and Judy immediately recognized who that was, it was her but not the part she embraced because of her beliefs. The dark doe moved close to the moaning predator and without any hesitation put the led through his head to which his body fell on the ground and began forming a puddle of red.

Judy was speechless and stared with an open mouth but the cogs in her head had stopped moving entirely, she was empty and could only do one thing, watch. The shadowy doe glared at Judy and then closed the distance angrily until she was just in front of her. That was when the unexpected happened as the dark doe kneeled in front of Judy and stared at her. But the stare wasn't one of anger, disappointment or malice, it was actually warm and understanding which made Judy to close her eyes and push away as she felt it undeserving but then a warm hug embraced her whole and trapped her in her counterpart's arms.

"I know, I know… Shhh…" the doe whispered In Judy's ear and caressed the backside of her head. The warmth was entering Judy and the affection was managing to stop that hole from devouring her whole to which she sobbed with strain and embraced the doe as well. No matter how much she lost, she always had herself and that was keeping her from fully losing it right now. "Let me take care of things," the dark doe begged in a sweet voice as she pulled out of the embrace and stared with a smile at Judy who wasn't able to understand at first but when she did, there was incredible doubt. She knew what was wanted of her and that was scaring her whole being as that was going against everything she had fought against.

Her troubles were sensed instantly and she felt a warm as well as silky-like paw against her cheek which grabbed her full attention. "Don't be afraid." The doe reassured and closed in for a short kiss which got Judy to feel breathless and even more emotional but she managed to keep herself steady. The kiss filled her with a glowing radiance and that got her to lightly smile but then her paw was pulled from the resting place of her knees and in it was put something cold and rough which got her to look at the invasive perpetrator. It was an old pawgun which she almost dropped if it were not for the shadowy doe's guidance and closeness.

Judy looked at her counterpart's eyes and mumbled, "W-w-ha… I don—"

"Embrace me," the doe sweetly interjected and let go of her paw as one snaked around her cheek and rubbed a finger against it for a moment while the bloodshot purple lilacs mooned into Judy's glistering ones. That was when the doe broke the touch and stood up which made Judy to whimper and follow, with her eyes, the doe's steps into the darkness as she glanced one last time at Judy and smiled.

Judy's shoulders slumped and she stared at the metallic tool of death which's nostril flared the smell of gunpowder and friction. She knew what she was to do and the reassurance that she had received had pushed her decision into the unthinkable as she was considering of doing what was implied. Her eyes scanned the room one more time and when she saw Nick's mangled corpse, a very angry and final huff exited her mouth and she grabbed the pawgun with her paw and aimed it directly at the side of her temple. The gun's mouth pressed against her skull and she closed her eyes in finality but her paw began shaking while the rest of her body trembled from hesitation of doing something that would leave her in irreversible calamity.

She never wanted to resort to this, this would change her and she may never be able to come back which fueled her hesitation further. But the bloodied corpse of Nick or the innocent mammals whose lives were taken from those vile monsters got her thumb to reach the gun's hammer and push it down with tension until it clicked in place. This was it, this was the moment she had dreaded all her life, a moment created from being pushed to thin line of reason and morality. This was the day of reckoning, broken dreams and ideals. She sniffed hard and felt tears that tried to escape her shut eyes. All of her cells were screaming at her to stop at this very instant, to let go of the gun and let it be. They were screaming at her that it wasn't worth it, that everything would fall into place and fix itself. Optimism.

But she knew that was a lie. It was a nasty lie! Her eyes opened like thunder and she pressed on the hard trigger which sent the hammer flying into the cartridge but nothing happened, just a hard metallic click which confused her a lot so she tried again without any hesitation present. But the same thing happened, just a click. She checked if there was a bullet in the weapon's nostril and there it was, the shiny piece of death. Quickly, she repeated the motion but received the same response, a jarring and nerve-racking click. A soundly exhale followed as she swiftly fed another bullet in the beast's mouth while the previously-present one was sent flying out and onto the ground.

There weren't any thoughts present but only those of getting it over with as she tried again. Despair began again crawling around her as she was met with failure once more. Why was failure following her around like an undesirable scar? Her teeth grinded into one another and she tried to shoot herself time and time again until the gun had no more bullets inside, but in her induced-lunacy, she tried to feed it another heavy led after which it was pointed at her head yet again. But there was nothing but that harsh and irritating click to which she just lost it and began pulling the trigger ferociously as if she were demented. Why wasn't it working, what was wrong with her? Her closed eyes were hurting so much that she couldn't take it anymore and opened them at last while those same clicks became sharper and sharper with the trigger becoming heavier and heavier while her nerves tinglier and tinglier.

Judy was immediately met with a headache that pounded the inside of her skull that got her to groan as she felt stiffness all around her body, especially around her spine, paws and ankles. But there was this jingling and clanking sound that was coming from somewhere around the room but as she tried to get up from the floor, she felt that her paws were bound which confused her a lot. A lot more sensations came to her senses and that got her to understand finally where she was and that the vivid memories were from something else that was separate from reality. That got her to sigh from the feeling of despondency but that annoying sound at last got her to focus her blurry vision and find the initiator that was daring to trouble her in her already troubled state.

She could faintly see a mammal's shape, near one of the walls close to the doorframe, with its back at her. Jingling of what sounded like a belt came from that mammal and rustling of cloth and since her eyesight bettered, she found out that the mammal was a white bunny with black ears. A bunny who was fiddling with something in front of it and it seemed familiar to her, a bit too familiar because the name was as if it was on the tip of her sour tongue. Albeit her unsuccessful tries to remember who that must've been, without seeing their face it was rather impossible for her to say for sure because let's face it, when hit with uncertainty even the certain become engulfed in hesitancy which diminishes their abilities of previous origin.

"Hello?" she quietly tried to grab the bunny's attention which managed to get both its ears to go up and aim at her while its panic-stricken face swooshed towards her and that got her tired eyes to widen in great shock as well as disbelief because she knew that mammal, it wasn't easy to forget that face which had expressed so much hate towards Nick and predators in general. That mammal had brought her mood down that day so much and it had just stuck into her memory like a tumor, but right now, right now he was visibly the only chance of salvation and assistance, still, it bothered her but not enough for her to stop the rush of energy that surged through her.

"J-judy?" the mammal stuttered with a madly twitching nose.

"Brad!" she shouted with a smile and saw him to quickly do something in front of him in obscurity and shortly after to turn to face her with muddlement. He was in black trousers and a white shirt that was almost as white as his fur which was pristine and looked so well-groomed, just like that time at the café where they both separated in bad terms but that was in the recent past and even if she still had that grudge which filled her with animosity towards him, there was his chance to show her that he wasn't who he had appeared to be and to redeem himself in her eyes.

"Sorry… I was— to ch— yes, check something out," he raced through an explanation with nervousness while he caressed one of his ears, an act that she would've found as deceitful if it wasn't her mind-broken position. The buck quickly shortened the distance between them and took a knee in front of her. "Why are you here? What happened?" he asked and tried to push her up but she shouldered his paw away while smiling at him as well as lightly sniffing because of the hope that was given to her to survive, a brisk of joy which hovered all around her like a swarm of flies.

"Saw something I wasn't supposed to… Then they knocked me out and now I'm here… Brad, you must help me! Please!" she shouted in despair and her temporary joy vanished since she remembered that her time was borrowed and that she was asleep for probably a long period which meant that what was feared could come and take her at any given moment, even while the white bunny was with her. He had to get her free.

Brad quickly shushed her down and answered lightly, "Quiet…" His head turned towards the door for a moment. "I'll try to but you must wait. I'm not supposed to be here so I have to go." His dejection was all she needed to see and understand, which made her to try and reach for him so she could stop him from doing what he was to do but she was bounded and the only thing that was a success was her strained groan.

He stood up and began walking towards the door and that clogged her blood with primal and unchecked hopelessness. "Don't, please! They'll kill me…" Her body began trembling under the pressure of her last hope exiting but the buck didn't even turn to reassure her that he was coming back as the door opened and made the suffocating air inside the room to move around from the disturbance. "Wait!" she yelled without care of her presence being remembered anymore but Brad didn't even wince and just carefully closed the steel divider that he locked shortly after. Her face scrunched in daunt and her head plopped onto the freezing floor while her lungs battled with the moist air that was all around her.

Oh how much she wanted to be in the paws on her fox… her fox… huh, that sounded so heartwarming and vitalizing… She remembered how they had played in the warm waters in the belly-fluttering company of each other and then comforting one another as they disclosed secrets from the dark past, building their trust with solid foundations from wanting to progress into something more, something special, something morally repugnant. All that gentleness and affection, all that light touching, hugging and nuzzling. All that kissing and fur grazing against fur… But maybe nature was punishing them for the reason of them wanting more than it had given them… Maybe that was bound to happen and the reason… But it was happening to her and to him way before they knew each other…

And now, now she was covered in her own bitter retch, she was bruised all around her body, she was cold and her limb's nerves were quietly numb as if they weren't there anymore. Her head was aching with every pulse of her heart and her backside was feeling as if grease was boiling all around non-stop. The air was asphyxiating and burning the insides of her lungs while her tongue was like a sour desert. Everything was trying to make her feel awful but at least she couldn't see a chance of things worsening, only her death, for which just the thought made her to resume her efforts to break her bonds, her chains of entrapment.

Out of nowhere, there was this vibration that her ears detected, one that was distant and seemed to be closing in as its intensity was amplifying and the instinctive feeling that something was to happen entered her thinking and separated her from the distasteful reality that she was in. One of her ears sprung up while her nose began twitching for no apparent reason which began bewildering her because she had never experienced such strange sensations. That was when it happened, that sound and feeling of motion as the ground began shaking with pieces of small rocks falling from the ceiling and around the room while her body tried to make her hide from the unexpected calamity that was to fall upon her.

Instinctive fear overtook her which cleared her mind of all the previous issues such as pain and tiredness while her eyes began scanning the whole room, even though she had done that countless times, because of the distorted state she was again pushed into but then the rumbling began fading away and passed with distant yelling coming from the deep unknowns of the corridor behind the steel door. Was this an earthquake or what? Never had she gone through an earthquake in her life. Well she had had gone through one when she was very young, too young to even remember but her older siblings did and had told her about the trembles and devastation it had left in its wrath. But this one, this one wasn't like what she remembered as an explanation or description. It was short and didn't leave destruction in its wake. Nevertheless, it managed to scare her out of her fur.

With that strange issue out of the way which was now stored into her mind for questions in the future, she continued grinding the ropes into the pointy surface as she wasn't going to let her newly-arisen energy go to waste.

Time passed very slowly in the probable coffin she was in, at least she thought it was moving at the speed of a sloth as she couldn't know. It would've been good for her to at least have had a watch but how could've she used it when her paws were tied behind her back. She had lost her sensation of her limbs and there was this frostiness from below her binds which was trying to sneak up her body and that was making her worry, but the major issue she was having was dehydration as her lips were starting to crack hard like droughted soil and bleed from the lack of water inside of her system, which was already running on fumes.

That was when she remembered that behind her, there were small quantities of water flowing slowly and just the idea of putting some in her mouth filled her with drive that she used to roll herself to the rocky base of the wall close to her. Her muzzle glued itself to the rock, which felt gritty, and her dried tongue blanketed the damp surface to which after it made contact, it made her to moan into the incredible sensation of feeling freshness slowly trickle onto her cracking tongue and around her sandy mouth. She didn't know that so much time had passed for her to be in such a state. By the feel and looks of it, it had been quite a lot and she was already very hungry with a constantly rumbling stomach as well as gnawing within that was bringing misery inside her brain because the consistent pain was pushing her to the limits of what she could take, and it wasn't stopping.

After who knows how much time that had passed in her desperate attempt of rejuvenation, she let her tired head to fall to the ground and slapped her lips with a small tired smile because she had managed to help herself with at least one of the major issues that were trying to kill her or make her feel sick. She needed to continue trying to cut her bonds but little progress had been made and tiredness was in too large amounts because she had been at it for hours probably, and the lack of energy was getting to her as her muscles were on fire and joints were just stiff like wood.

What sounded previously like the worst idea now appeared very delightful to her because her eyes were constantly trying to close, besides she was now turned away from the lone light, her body creating shade and darkness in front of her vision, thus a very deep and long yawn poisoned her out-of-sync blood and got her to begin dozing off again into unreasonable rest that was misplaced in a place like that but even as she grimaced in anger at herself for letting herself do this, what else was she to try? If she just slept a bit, she would have the strength to keep on and even if she got out of her bonds, the door was locked and there was no other visible exit.

The only hope she had was Brad delivering on his promise and helping her escape as he even had the keys which got her calming heart to skip a beat and her belly to flutter in hope, in boundless faith. Her ever-present optimism was calming her dread with restraints that were cracking but not enough to sever themselves and let those thoughts of terror roam free. It was giving her some calm and she was grateful for that small fact.

Her eyes finally closed and with a very long exhale, she drifted into unconsciousness that was so peaceful, so welcomed and endorsed, so painless and easeful…

So…

"Judy…" Something was touching her… Could it be those spiders from the ceiling that had salivating mouths?

"Wake up." Something was definitely touching her but it wasn't cold or sticky as it was actually warm in touch… But she was so tired to even want to find out…

"Come on!" With a groan, she opened her eyes sluggishly and blurrily noticed a mammal above her with a paw on her side. She blinked a few times until her eyes managed to focus and saw the image of Brad with a very terrified expression and widely-opened eyes which weren't able to stay in one place.

"Brad!" she shouted but before she could continue her emotional outburst his paws waved erratically in front of her with his face drained of all warmth he could've had, and she understood how stupid she had been just a second ago, thus she whispered regretfully, "Are you going to get me out?"

"… I will but we need to be fast… Let's get your legs free," he told her and motioned for her to roll over on her stomach, which she without thinking, and was now laying on the side of her chin while looking at the shaky rabbit who was now trying to remove the bonds on her legs after which he was going to move onto her unresponsive paws, at least that was what she thought would happen as it made most sense.

It took him a bit but as he worked his way on them, she could feel the pressure to subside and warmness to start entering her veins which at first felt like a very searing burn that shortly after turned into comfortable relief which at last brought responsiveness in her limbs and got her to wiggle her numb toes at last and while Brad worked his magic, her optimism was being brought with full force as now she could see the light at the end of the dark tunnel, now her thoughts began aiming at where Nick could be and was he going to be sent to the so called pit. Prospects about him being already dead were banished and locked away as that wasn't an option for her, she refused to accept that unless it was forced in front of her as proof.

As her ties below fell off at last with pinching dancing around her blood-deprived skin, she wiggled herself down as to give him instant access to her paws but instead of feeling his paws to try and remove the restrictions, nothing came from his part but words, words that didn't sound very reasonable to her and even made her feel pressure inside her chest. "I can't."

She looked at him from the corner of her eyes and quickly interjected sourly, "Why not?"

He sighed at her and scratched his neck with an answer that was carried with uneasiness, "Because if they catch us, I can at least tell them that I'm escorting you. If you're free, we're done for."

But she wasn't content on being tied so tight without the means of escape and even if his words sounded reasonable, why was he wanting to keep her like this. She didn't know from what her drive, to have those bounds off her, was coming from. Was it from the fear that her paws could begin rotting or that they were already in the process, or was it something else differently, which she still couldn't place word upon, yet it was present in the form of untrust. "Loosen them then."

"We don't have time, Judy!" he almost shouted in riled agitation that didn't sound right to her ears but he was her only chance and if she blew it, then why did she even struggle. "If you don't trust me, this won't work. Are we doing this or not?" his question was rough and even if she wanted to say no, it appeared that that wasn't going to happen, as she could see his frantic chest which meant that the idea of doing this was terrifying him a lot. He was taking a great risk of helping her out and the least she could do was to trust him even if he didn't deserve her trust after appearing to be a bigot and a short-sighted mammal.

"Okay…" she submitted and tried to get up on her own but her legs shivered from the numbness and still-present cold but just as she was to try again, she felt arms around her shoulders that pulled her up to her knees and then to her feet which got her head to swim in dizziness and her to almost fall to the floor if not for the firm hold of the buck on her side who helped her to get a feel for her limbs and get her slowly walking.

She couldn't believe the state she was in and the vulnerability of her body that was betraying her every step, yet she was getting the hang of it and as blood was flowing in and out fully, she was starting to regain her previous-state, at least a bit. That was reassuring as it meant that damage wasn't done to her appendages, it meant that blight hadn't managed to squirm inside of her with its infectious destruction which got her to feel a bit better. The ropes hadn't been that tight after all, everything was going to be back to normal after her escape, just some more patience.

"Where are we?" she asked the buck who put her to lean close to a wall after they had exited the strange room to which he locked the door. She could see corridors which's walls were from red bricks with iron pipes in different sizes on the ceiling and many cables that were swooshing lightly from that same blood-chilling wind and there was that distant metallic grinding of engines. She pushed herself from the wall and almost fell but her balance kicked in and she succeeded in staying on both her legs, without any help but she didn't have time to cheer as she felt a paw on her back that lightly pushed her forward and that got her to almost stumble but her feet were quick to stop that from happening.

"Under Zootopia," was his quick answer and she could notice his agitated ears that moved all directions which meant that he was extremely on alert, and that was perfectly understandable and would've been the other way around if he wasn't acting as such.

"Where exactly?"

"Nocturnal District." The answer would've made her stop if she wasn't in a weak state of strength thus she followed the guiding paw behind her back but her eyes were glued to the buck's because she had never in her life heard of such a place. It almost sounded made up but she kept her doubts to herself as she expressed them with an innocent tone.

"What's that?" But he only huffed in annoyance which got her already drooped ears to do so further since he was avoiding of telling her anything in her dire need of answers. That was when a very good one came into mind that was linked to her fate, he couldn't deny her that, he couldn't! "What was going to happen to me?" she whispered seriously and stared at him with squinted eyes, eyes that detected frustration in the form of his lips twitching in betrayal. Why was he acting like that?

"What happens to anyone in your position. You get disposed of. Practically," he answered coldly and increased his pace while she contemplated upon the revelations with uneasiness and nagging consternation. She knew it, it was obvious from the cheetah's attitude and words, it was depressing. Why tho, what had she done? Was it because of what had been witnessed, it had to be…

I can't think about this now! I need to get these ropes off of me!

Detest splashed her in the face and got her to squirm because even if she was to be helped, the entrapment was still present as an idea and feeling all around her which was driving her nuts. If he could've just kept feeding her curiosity and not slamming it to the ground… Other thoughts emerged on the topics of what the hell was he doing down there and why had he lied that he was a student. But just as she was to ask while rounding a corner, she was yanked back which pulled her breath out her lungs as she was glued to a wall with Brad covering her mouth with his paws, and she tried to begin mumbling but that was muffled pretty well. Her eyes were widened and aimed at him but his head and ears were at the direction she was just pulled from and in his oaken orbs there was visible trembling.

He finally looked at her seriously and with his free paw motioned her to be quiet and after he removed his paw from her mouth, she released her breath lowly and stayed still. She had to trust him, there was no other way if things were to work out and even if he wasn't who he had claimed to be, it didn't matter right now, right now she had to escape from this piece of hell right under Zootopia.

His mouth moved very close to hers and for a moment she misinterpreted his move and was about to hit him if he hadn't moved away to her ears where he whispered sternly, "Look only at your feet. Do not talk." She didn't have time to respond as he grabbed the space between her elbow and shoulder and pulled her to where they were previously heading. She didn't head his instructions immediately and saw two mammals in the middle of the corridor, one being a lion she thought she had seen somewhere and the other a camel. Both were close to an open door from where the sound of a TV was coming out while the two mammals were arguing about something but stopped as they heard their footsteps and glared at her direction which got her heart to squeeze hard and her quivering eyes to aim at the dusty concrete floor.

He was going to try and walk them in front of everyone's noses, was he insane or outright stupid? Realization of the ludicrous plan made got her to begin shaking but there was not stopping anymore because they had been seen. If he had only loosened those bounds of hers, if only she had tried to make him understand… Why had she allowed herself such a forced decision? She was always one to decide for herself… maybe it was that dream of hers she had had? Images of Nick tried to show in her mind and bring her down but in a last effort she succeeded in pushing them away.

Just as they neared the two bigger mammals, one of them spoke and now she was certain she had seen that lion somewhere. "Wher' think ya goin', little pecker?" To her amazement, the way that was said didn't hold any suspicion but rather amusement due to the mockery in the lion's words that were aimed at Brad which lowered her heartrate and stopped her trembling lower lip, maybe this would work… But what if the lion recognized her, she was wearing a police uniform for carrot's sake! She knew that her fear could be noticed by the scent-sensitive predator but what could she do about that and why actually would that be something odd? She was a damn hostage.

"Moving her to another room for preparations. Orders," the buck answered nonchalantly as they passed just by the two bigger mammals who smelled of cigarettes and alcohol so much that her eyes stung with her nostrils flaring immediately but they passed by and the awful smell remained behind them.

"Hah. 'nother dead rodent. Good bloody riddance," the lion shot back and laughed very harshly and she could feel the paw around her arm to increase its grip but there was no retort on Brad's part and that baffled her. He was working with them and yet he was receiving the same attitude just like she had when working at Precinct One. Maybe after all, the world really was just a prejudiced hell of hate… What was surprising her was that they hadn't been stopped and were moving closer and closer to freedom and all thanks to the buck's drive to help her, to do good. That warmed her heart and she would've hugged him if it weren't for the restraints on her and the eyes that could still be aimed at their direction.

"Dem swine are sniffing about up there? What be goin' the hell on?" asked another voice which she put into rails to be the camel who wasn't that gruff in sound but more pleasant than the lion.

"The fuck I'd kno—" he instantly stopped and loud sniffing began aimed Judy and Brad's direction to which one of her ears responded and she almost began running. "Stop!" he growled and both bunnies froze dead in their tracks with Brad turning around with raised eyebrows and Judy with buckling knees and thoughts of escape. Had the lion caught onto the plan? Had he figured out who she was? What was she to do and why were her restraints feeling more and more afflicting, why was she feeling the rare presence of sweat on specific parts of her body. This was too painful for her heart and angst was dominant, it was putting her in its iron grip and was trying to squeeze her life force.

"We don't have time to sta—"

"Shut fuckin' up, rodent! Bring yo stench of a bitch 'ere! NOW!" he shouted and Judy could feel his paw begin shaking around her arm and she just wanted to run, to flee. Her mind didn't want to go through more horrors nor her body if they found out who she was or used to be. They just couldn't know if she wasn't a cop no more and only Brad knew the truth. But as it seemed, his voice didn't have weight around here, he was just like her and she even felt pity for him.

What was Brad going to do? What was his plan if they were met with opposition… Everything was so rushed and it didn't sit well with her, she was a bunny of planning and execution but how could she plan about such a scenario? How could she know that she'd be a witness to grotesque acts of wickedness and savageness. Simple, she couldn't and that drove her hope into the mud.

Brad put one of his paws on her other arm and pulled as to make her turn around but in her reluctance, Judy looked at him with wide eyes filled with anxiety and noticed the same in the buck's whose nose was just too active in contrast to her own one. Maybe this was it, he didn't appear to have a plan which meant one thing, improvisation, something that Nick seemed to love doing all the time which resulted in his unfinished and damaging plan of getting her out of Precinct One because of the threat that loomed over her life which he obviously viewed as precious. A mistake she forgave him.

Nothing was coming up and to that she agreed to see where things would go so she followed the buck's guidance and they ended up in front of the two mammals who were both scrutinizing Judy from toes to ears. Judy dared to look at them and noticed that the camel was actually looking at her with sorrow that was being betrayed by his eyebrows even if he didn't want to show it. The lion on the other paw was the definition of malice as his fangs were peeking out from his mouth while his sharp eyes tried to find the memory that he was looking for from taking her appearance which wasn't in top condition like it used to be due to the mistreatment and disability to care for herself while in the secluded hellish underground.

A strong gurgling hmmm vibrated in the lion's throat and he looked at her directly in her widened eyes that instantly darted at the floor from fear that he may have seen the rare color they carried. It was a gift she didn't like having at that very moment but the lion didn't seem interested in that which managed to keep her from turning around and sprinting with all her leftover strength.

"Heck ya doin'? Lost ya damn mind?" But the lion didn't seem interested in the camel's question at all as his ears didn't even twitch, it was as if he had all his concentration on Judy and her nerves were beginning to feel the bitterness of dismay which was simply ugly.

"Get 'er closer, muncher," the lion ordered and instantaneously the buck pushed her in front of the predatory mammal, and now she didn't see how she'd be able to run because he could just swipe and finish her right there. What was Brad thinking? What were they to do? The intense glare could be felt even if she wasn't sure as her eyes hadn't moved up from the floor, no, she was sure but the only things that were going in her tiny head were what she was to do and how to escape. She didn't have a clue where the exit was or how she'd get the ropes from her coldening limbs.

The lion's body heat came closer and she heard a deep sniff which pulled the air around and brushed the fur on top of her head, a sniff that was followed by a gagging sound and the backwards steps of the tiger who Judy looked at and saw him put his paws over his nose while coughs escaped against those same paws.

"Smells like damn shit! And FOX—UGH! In the name of FUCK, get the damn outa here ya damn disgusting predo rodents!" Both rabbits didn't wait for a second as they began walking at the original direction and Judy's heart was fluttering from exhilaration that they had somehow managed to go through, she was certain that the tiger would remember who she was but it seemed that the stink that was on her from the now-unwanted adventures she had gone through had saved her fur. She sniffed herself as to be certain that the lion's remarks were true but was puzzled when she didn't feel any sharpness, just more than usual body odor and the lightening smell of vomit which wasn't something normal but she had been in its presence enough to get used to it. But it wasn't like shit and that got her to frown, nevertheless, that frown turned into a very small smile from the small success of bamboozlement.

Yes, there was Nick's scent and slight mark on her but it wasn't disgusting, why would mammals say that? What was so distasteful and unnatural, both of them were mammals and were made from flesh, both had dreams and fears, there was nothing disgusting in wanting to share yourself with someone you felt attachment to, nothing. When she was sure that they were out of earshot, she stopped glaring at her feet and moved her eyes at the buck who was now calm but bleak and from time to time was tapping his fingers on her arm. There was one question on the tip of her tongue, one question to rule them all. "How much more?" And it was the most simple one that held interest in her mind.

A small smile appeared on the buck's face and he answered with noticeable glee, "Don't worry about that, the worst is over." That same non-stop sound of engines was becoming stronger and stronger, furthermore, it was beginning to block the eerie wind's whispers while the path ahead seemed uninviting because of the stale colors and unfinished state of the place, yet it was better than that room inside the ground.

The answer hadn't fulfilled her but him telling her that the worst was over managed to unshackle some weight from her shoulders and she sighed in relief. But with that came the next problem which was remembered too fast to her liking as it had been clouded from the dire situation which seemed deadly moments ago with its aftereffects as well. But it had ended and she needed out. "Can you remove these ropes then?" She tried to stop but the buck didn't let her as his grip was firm around her arm.

"We can't," was his unrelenting reply to which she tried to catch his gaze but he didn't even look at her.

That got her to try again because she was being fed up from his attitude and lack of explanation as well as the neglect of her decisions. "It'll take just a moment." Now she tried to pull back with more force but was pulled harshly which even got her to wince in pain which planted ire in her body but before she could express it, he began.

"I don't know if there won't be any more mammals. No. Can't take the chance," he explained briefly and glanced at her apologetically while her eyes became downcast and even if she found this extremely frustrating, she understood his reasoning. If they were spotted while in the midst of him only loosening or removing them, the cover would be blown. There was no point in arguing and she increased her pace as her legs were now recovered from the numbness that had plagued her.

Thus she began walking in front of him while thinking upon the matters as well as what to ask as they were on loaned time. He was a student, yes, he had told her that and now it looked like a big fat lie which scorned her and pushed the words out her throat, "Why did you lie to me?" To her question was a single puzzled huh and when she turned to look at him, his eyebrows were huddled together but then when he seemed to have realized what she was asking, he sighed despondently and shook his head.

"I never lied. Just never told you." His answer wasn't appealing nor very informative and she held her glare steady. "You're a cop! You don't tell such things to cops!" was his louder then needed retort but when he said she was a cop, it made her eyes to sting because it sounded so great, yet so hollow and fictional now. And he was right, how could've he trusted her if he was in the mix of such illegalities… It was naïve of her to think that he was in the wrong because he was just looking over his own fur like everyone else in the big city, like Nick… But when had Nick done that?

She couldn't remember a point where he had decided to look after himself and leave her on her own. He tried to show her and teach her and when she failed to grasp it all, he had again tried to bail her out in a very unorthodox and tormentful way, yet it was in the past, something she doubted that the bunny next to her would do or most of the mammals in the city because of the lack of even slight care. That idea as well as thought blasted through her mind like a brakeless train, why was she abandoning the belief that there was good in everyone? What was happening to her lately and what were these thoughts of pessimism. No. It wasn't right and the example was just next to her, a fellow lagomorph who was trying to save her by putting himself on the line. He may be prejudiced but he was redeeming himself by helping her. Yes, that was it.

She had to keep the quiet conversation going, she needed to know what she was dealing with, thus answered broodingly, "Was…"

Brad looked at her in perplexion and remained silent as he probably tried to figure out what she meant. "I'm sorry to hear that…" He chuckled which didn't sit too well with her but words followed shortly after and put her at ease, "Because you were a bunny, right?"

They were two mammals who were looked down upon, it made her feel better to have someone know what it's like actually, it made the weight lighter. "That and… because I did my job."

"The world is filled with bad mammals," he added and when she looked at him, she swore that there was a grin on his face but as she blinked, there was nothing there anymore other than his sad frown and she tried to understand why he had been grinning but blamed it on her dizziness. He wouldn't enjoy her suffering and failure even if he was bias towards a certain red fox with who she had great attachment to.

His words sounded fake tho, maybe he was being blinded by his own hate? Maybe that was the case and that got her to probe further with hard reasoning, "Why then you behaved like that in front of my ma—"-she almost slipped something untrue out but caught herself-"friend in the café as well as the waitress, when you know best how prejudice feels?" She saw his dissatisfaction and his grip became harder than needed but she didn't complain.

"Because they're chompers. Always looking down on you and acting superior as if you're no one," he hissed and the resentment was vivid in his eyes, it was dancing wildly and it was rather scary. He was deeply conflicted and bias, she wouldn't be able to make him see as it was like making her grandpa accept that computers were beneficial and not the work of the devil. She blamed her small siblings who played video games a bit too much which got him to accept that belief but that didn't matter right now. Yes, it may be futile but she was to try. Brad wasn't old, he was younger even than her, it was possible for him to see things from another angle because his mind was not muddled nor tempered by time's cost.

"Not all are like that!" Judy tried to assert with a raised voice for which she was feeling regret, yet the need to do so was too hot to stifle.

"I don't care… don't want to talk about this…" he declared and turned dead-serious, thus she could see that the topic had made him closed off thus she zipped her mouth and just walked by him.

The corridors were endless and the place felt like a maze. Some corridors weren't from solid walls of concrete or bricks but from dug or blown rock which was greatly confusing her. The vents and piping as well as cables were everywhere and moisture was suffocating the air heavily. The songs of machinery were becoming louder and louder, also heavy and fast. They were going right where that noise was and when she glanced at the buck, something was wrong because he wasn't on alert, serious or in fear. He seemed somewhat happy as a small smile was present on his face but when he noticed her scrutinizing him, he quickly scowled and his ears went up which greatly infected her with doubt, yet she didn't dig in.

She had to try and pull more out of him even if that was making him aggravated. "Hey, Brad… do you know anything about the Pit?" she asked innocently and noted his confusion that got him to even lower his pace for a moment.

"Never seen it, just heard about it. Why?"

"What have you heard?" The strange thing was that the question appeared to have sparked enthusiasm in the buck as he bit his lower lip and phased off for several moments.

"Ehm… it's deep in the Noc and once a month fights are organized there. There is this very big one that is held each year… Ugm… my boss is responsible to find participants from Happytown while the other crime bosses bring their own as well… willingly or not…"

The last sentence didn't sit well with her at all and she was to accidently vocalize her discontent but the good thing was that because of her experience she now knew to at least keep her mouth shut if she was to get what she wanted even if that was nagging at her consciousness. Willingly or not, Nick was being taken there, there was no other explanation, besides, it was consistent. "So it's an arena?" She received a nod and that nod got her breath to feel heavy while stones formed in her stomach and she began feeling sick because Nick could be there because she was dumb enough to go around when told not to do so. "When's the next fight?"

"The next one is the big one with all of the influential mammals… should be one of these next days… not sure…" That was enough and she was to ask for his help of finding Nick if he hadn't stopped abruptly just close to another steel door. The machinery was loud, very loud and her puzzlement manifested on her initials as he fumbled with his keys and unlocked the door from where darkness tried to crawl out but the dim lighting pushed it inwards but not enough to expose the room fully. Hesitation was controlling her and she didn't enter even when she received a push which didn't work for the buck.

"Come on, Judy. Someone may see us!" She gulped hard and even if her gut feeling was yelling at her, she took one step and then another until she was in the dark room where her whole being was being gnarled from fears and doubts. The door closed and she heard it lock which was beginning to drill her from the inside because this was looking like something else, not like an escape but something different and way worse. But why was she having such thoughts, it was ridiculous and preposterous. It had to be from her contact with Zootopia's dark side.

She heard something to click and light poured into the room which looked like a storage closet with cans of food on the shelves and behind those cans there was a visible vent which dropped her cautiousness and she released a breath that was beginning to ferment. "Are those vegetables?" she asked and sprinted close to the cans in hunger while her mouth salivated as much as it was possible because of the draught she had been put through.

"They are," was his disinterested answer which didn't tick her off as her attention was somewhere else, it was at a can of peaches that was calling her name. Was it actually talking? Had she already lost it?

That can was going to be hers and she was going to open it with her teeth if needed be. "Cut me lose. I'm dying for some food!" she jumped in excitement and closed the distance between the strangely smiling buck who she didn't register as the hunger and fall of her doubts had blinded her, thus she gave him her backside, hence he would remove her makeshift cuffs.

"Of course." He put a paw in between the ropes while the other grabbed one of her shoulders. "Just stay still." The paw that was on her shoulder moved onto one of her straight ears and caressed it with an upwards motion which made her to freeze and ears to droop instantly but her tail instinctively wiggled from the touch. Her eyes were widely opened and her chin trembled because the gut feeling was now too vivid to be looked over, yet she hoped that she was misinterpreting Brad's actions.

"It'll all be over soon," he whispered with a tone that breathed coldness inside of her but her senses were quickly regained and she instantly turned around and created distance between herself and the buck who was smirking disturbingly.

"W-what are you doing?" Judy asked with a madly twitching nose and the buck actually laughed as if she were mad for even asking. She still didn't want to believe this, it could be him joking, there was still that slight chance of him being a wicked trickster.

"You think I forgot how you chose me over that collarless freak? How you humiliated me in front of everyone?!" he shouted and clenched his fists as his ears fell. The loudly humming and grinding noises outside and the constricted space was making Judy anxious, the buck in front of her was managing to bring fear all around her while the slightly weakened restraints around her wrists were filling her with endless helplessness. She could clearly see where this was going because not only she was having that feeling but in her mind alarms were just bouncing around and that was bringing her into poisoned waters of dread. She had to buy herself some time so she could figure something out, anything.

He began slowly walking towards her and that was when she quickly moved behind the table that was in the middle of the room which acted as a small barrier. "You don't have to do this, Brad!" she shouted through grit teeth because her horror was mixing dangerously with her anger as almost everyone wanted to use her as if she was some kind of prop, an attitude that was beginning to grind on her nerves. Desperation was still not completely overpowering her because she had her feet and knew that the buck was younger and less experienced than her, yet his abilities were unknown.

"I don't have to. I want to," he deadpanned and tried rounding the table but she was quick to counter his motions and kept him again at a distance but it was straining as her balance was in conflict which was pushing against her agility. Frustration; bitter and scornful frustration was the state she was in. What the hell was wrong with everyone and why was she the unlucky mammal that was to find these individuals as well as groups. Zootopia was nothing what it seemed and that was darkly empowering her core with futility and distaste.

"I'm sorry! I am…" She tried to steel herself for what she was to say because it squeezed her heart just for thinking about it but that was her only chance to try and get him in her control, at least so that there would be a chance in her cold paws. "I should've seen him for what he was. That p-pred!" She didn't show any conflict from her words from the outside but her belly was swirling in war against her false words that she didn't want to ever utter because of her devotion and affection to the fox that she cared for. "He lied to me and betrayed me! I am here because of him!" The scorn aimed at the buck accompanied her false words and surprisingly worked in great favor because she sounded truthful.

Then she did a move that surprised the in-motion buck as she quickly bolted at him and got him to freeze just close to the shelves of food while her face filled itself with determination and masked anxiety. She stopped just before him with a nose that tried to betray her actual feelings but she forced all her willpower to hold it still. "He used me and then tried to throw me away like a broken toy…" Her eyes moved to the ground and she frowned sadly, while from the corner of her slightly-glistering eyes she could see the buck's hesitation that had replaced his calmness.

"What're you implying?" he at last broke the silence between them and she looked at him with a slightly lowered head.

She took a step closer to him and his crossed arms moved to his sides which visibly betrayed his readiness to strike if she was to try something, which was normal yet exposed his weakness in the form of masked fear from her. She berated herself from what she was to do but that was the only way to lower his defenses and then to smash them entirely with him in between as well. She couldn't see any other way in the constricted time she had. "You don't have to be like him," she whispered as one of her legs caressed the side of his leg, to which his drooped ears tried to go up but she saw him force them down. He was enjoying this which was pushing her biliousness in the form of bile from her stomach.

"You said you hate predators. Why act like them..." She gazed into his eyes and smiled fakely but persuasively, likewise Brad calmed himself down and his shoulders relaxed. "When there is no need to," Judy cooed and was now just in front of the buck's muzzle. She took a few seconds to be sure that he wouldn't back off from realization and then she slowly leaned into him as if in a hug and rubbed her chin into his while one of her legs went in between his and brushed against his inner thighs. She deeply knew that he wasn't a bad mammal but what he wanted to do was inexcusably vile on so many pages, it was chipping off her mental armor that she had forced upon herself for this deceitful move. His scent was unnerving, his warmth was annoying, his fur felt coarse and his proximity unwelcomed. This wasn't affection, this was repugnance.

His claws traced against her sleeves and one positioned itself on the small of her back, trapping an ear while the other went on the side of her rump which got her to accidently flinch because her mind just screamed at her to finish it but she had to put her other leg around him so that the job would be finished in one blow but her integrity was bellowing at her for what she was doing, it was excruciatingly distorting to keep this up. "Crafty vixen," he whispered into her ear and that made her mouth to open in unpredicted shock. His paws gripped onto her fur as well as shirt while she tried to deliver her knee into his displaced and foul excitement but her balance was lost and she only brushed his underbelly with her hard blow which lost its energy in the air.

She hadn't been able to get a good position because of her caution as to not show her move but as the failure was evident, she braced herself as her body was shoved into the shelves with buttons flying off her shirt and exposing some of her chest fur while a loud groan fled her mouth. Now her back was facing the buck who quickly trapped her by pushing his body into hers and holding her firmly. She screamed and tried to get out of his hold, to hit his shins or crotch but he had entrapped her and she was undoubtedly powerless to fight, yet her rage was great but it was beginning to extinguish because of the dawn of her realization of what was to happen because her best attempt had failed.

"Shh-sh-shh… You almost got me Officer Hopps. He has trained you well," he whispered and pushed himself in between her ears and sniffed deeply to which she growled and squirmed ever so fiercely but to no avail, her bonds and his body were restricting her fully with the crater in her stomach deepening and absorbing her rage, thus replacing it with angst and guilt for what she was allowing to happen. But it wasn't her choice, it was being taken away and to that she shrieked with all she had but the loud machinery that was stomping outside was doing its job, the buck had intended, perfectly.

"You won't ever see him again to where they're sending him," the words got her to stop resisting because there was that prickle that pierced through her like a bullet, a prickle of startling which caused her to just stop and listen as well as try to find more.

Thus, in her shock derived from the buck's words, her will to fight fell because she wanted to know where Nick was. "W-whatt d-do you mean?" she inquired and pushed her body to the side in an attempt to disbalance him but he grabbed the fur on her head and shoved it into the metal surface of the shelf which got her to feel dizzy, furthermore her vision blurred and she sneered through a groan but not a single tear managed to come forth, yet.

"Don't talk out of turn or this will be the least of your worries!" he hissed and put one of his paws around her throat, his fingers pushed against it and she felt this immense pressure which blocked the intake of air while lowering the flow of blood, the squeezing was painful got her to gag and her eyes to water because her mental denial was now on the verge of crashing down, why would anyone want to abuse her, what had she done to anyone... This was happening one way or another and that got her to tremble fully from toes to ears because of her primal past and her fear-stricken mentality.

"Why tell you, the boss will kill me but maybe if you're good, maybe I will… can keep you around until you bore me," Brad disclosed and pulled her into him with his paw releasing some of the pressure while he pushed himself into her and she felt that misplaced pressure on her backside which instinctively flushed her and got her tail to think on its own while her instincts of the past were telling her to submit as that was nature's way of things, that she was captured and that this was something normal. He was a young buck and could give her what nature wanted from her, what nature had put in her gene code for survival.

It seemed that Brad felt her reaction and chuckled, "You're enjoying this more than me you dirty bunny… Tell me how hungry you are…" His nerve-racking breath and tone was close to the fold of one of her ears and that was when she felt his foul tongue to enter one of those sensitive areas which made her to shiver in despair but something else happened as well. Fire, fire that got her head to pull forward from his weakened grasp and then to slam into his muzzle so hard that it brought a afflicting headache in her throbbing temple which made her to feel very woozy as it hadn't recovered from the trauma that she had went through with the pack of cannibals as well as him bashing it moments ago.

Brad stumbled back with a yell of pain and would've fallen on the floor if it wasn't the table behind him on which he leaned against while holding his nose that was leaking red and dripping it onto the unkempt floor. He was away from her, his unwanted presence was removed from her body, and she would've charged at him if it wasn't for the severe agony which was buckling her knees and distorting her eyesight but she managed to stay on her feet and follow where the monster was at, a monster who may have looked handsome and alluring in the past but not anymore, now he was an abomination and a beast, a cruel and vicious beast .

"Fucking SLUT! You're so dead after I'm finished!" he yelled somehow painfully as his paws still stood on the table for support but Judy was on overdrive, this was her chance to survive something that if it was to happen, she didn't know if she could live with herself just from the shame. She needed to not let this even come to terms even if she only had her legs, head and flat teeth at her disposal. She didn't care if she would injure herself, that buck wanted to take everything from her and ruin her life, that wasn't going to happen, she didn't want that to happen. This was not going to happen.

Time was up as the buck groaned loudly and charged at her with fury in his eyes and even if she wasn't ready, her legs moved away and she managed to deliver a kick into the side of his ribs which wasn't as strong as intended but it managed to push him back and wind him down a lot while she almost fell because of the imbalance the restraints were causing her, yet the shelf saved her and she dashed to the side where she could see iron rods that were sticking from out the wall, which meant that they could cut through the rope, but then the buck yelled and she could feel his presence behind her.

There was no time to try and cut them and she swooshed around and had to act instantly as she could see him running at her. She had a single chance to stop him to which when he was in proximity to her, she tried to deliver a kick in his groin but because of the quickly-developing situation, her leg collided with his inner thigh and he managed to grab onto the scruff of her neck but she wasn't finished and dug her teeth with all her might into one of his paws, which hooked out an ear-chilling yell of suffering from the buck who harshly tried to yank her away but only worsened his position as her teeth scraped even more skin and managed to dig inside his bloodied flesh.

It didn't matter if her teeth were flat, she was in flight or fight and this was her attempt which was making her teeth to scrunch with her gums beginning to inflame from the pressure of the bite and pulling that the buck was trying. Her jaw was aching and her breaths were short, this was savageness and the blood entered her mouth, staining it with the impure cells of her violator while more tried to sneak down the fur of her chin. She wanted to spit it out but that would mean letting him go, something she didn't want to do but it seemed that it was going to happen as his fist collided with her head time and time again until she could take no more and scampered away from him, tearing the deepened wound further with skin and fur in between her lips.

The metallic taste got her to spit instantly as the chance was now, while her ears traced the strained sounds of whimpers and groans from the buck who was holding his bleeding wound that appeared to be near one of his veins, wound that was dripping onto the floor. His eyes aimed at her and they were filled with pure hatred, if she were to fail, this mammal would make her wish she was dead.

This time he didn't dare to remain idle and she didn't have time to think through her next move, so she swung her foot from the side at his head but because of her exhaustion and stinging pain around her back, it was slow and he succeeded of catching it and grabbing it steady. The only thing keeping her tall was her other leg with which she couldn't do anything and despair etched itself on her face. She could see the malicious and bloody grin the buck was sending her while he moved closer to her while he tightly held her leg in place which she squirmed and tried to kick with but in vain, his hold was solid.

She tried to push against him but was met with resistance which almost toppled her to the floor if she hadn't bounced back. He was closing in on her and was just after her knee, too close to her comfort if that could even be brought up as a word in such an unthinkable situation of misery. That was when his paw flung in between her legs and groped her which got her to lose herself and scream in frezny as she angled herself and tried to hit him with her only leg that had the opportunity to struggle but she failed and fell flat on the ground which made her to lose her breath and her injured back to yell at her in the form of searing anguish all around.

At least his paws weren't on her anymore and she wasn't feeling his contact on herself which pushed her to try and get up but then she felt trapping weight just above her knees and the sight as well as feeling of him trying to unbutton her jeans which was hauntingly atrocious, it was as if she was in a movie of horrors, a movie which couldn't be paused or stopped. She tried to pull herself up and headbutt or bite him, anything to stop his revulsionary advance of immorality, but she was pushed so harshly that her breath flew out her lungs and stunned her mind to the point of partial and momentary loss of consciousness.

She groaned with suffering while she could feel his paws pulling her decency down from her legs which boosted her with more energy and she tried to kick yet again, to stop him in any way possible thus she spat with all her valor at him but he didn't care, just pulled the cloth barrier down till it met her knees and restricted her legs. "GET OFF OF ME!" she yelled with whatever leftover strength she had but she couldn't do anything anymore, her vitality was being sucked and her options were now almost null. She was totally vulnerable and fully exposed to a mammal who was a monster. Never did she even think about such a situation happening, it was like the worst dream coming true, a dream that was all too real.

Always had she dreamed of having her first time with the mammal she loved and wanted, not with someone who would force himself on her and hurt her, someone who she despised and detested. Her plan for the night when Nick had made her that promise in front of the flat before she had gotten them both captured, was that she'd take the plunge and explore new horizons because she felt that it was the right decision, it felt right and mind-melting, it was perfect. But now, now everything was going to be ruined with a memory and feeling of disgust, could she ever go back to how things were after this, there was no answer that could comfort her.

That understanding tried to destroy her soul and her struggle was weakened greatly, it seemed that the inevitable was going to happen and she wished for it to just end so she could forget that it had ever happened. But how could she forget when she could remember him being so close to her so clearly when she would remember the feeling of him being... What would it be if he was… she didn't want to think about it and in her blinded rage, that had spilled over her limitations, she spat, "FUCK YOU! FUCKING DIE YOU MONSTER!"

A wide grin appeared around Brad's face and he put both his paws around her thighs as if he intended to prolong her torture for as long as possible. "Oh I will. I'll show you how it's done. Won't be like your FILTHY fox!" he growled and in a mere blink grabbed her arm and rolled her around to which she tried to stand on her knees but her head was pushed against the unclean floor and she whimpered in failure while her eyes began stinging hard.

This was happening?! This was happening!? This was happening! She could hear the jingling of his belt and rustling of cloth while the cold air brushed against her exposed innocence that was going to be taken by the monster above her. She couldn't take it anymore even if she was steeled by training and experience. There was nothing to compare this to, even to when she was beaten by those savage mammals.

She preferred to be beaten then to go through this, to be ruined by someone who wanted to show his dominance and ability to submit others under himself. He was nobody because she had already been captured. That awareness made her so mad that the bounds around her arms began digging into her wrists like knives while the buck strained himself to keep her pinned down while she screamed with all she had in an unsuccessful attempt of tears and tightness around her chest. Dust was entering her flaring nostrils freely and was making her cough while she could feel gagging but nothing was coming out anymore because she was simply empty.

From the corner of her eyes she could see him as he angled himself above her and reached for her sides so he could do the incredibly immoral deed, and at last she lost all her anger as it was finally replaced by that pure and clean dread. "P-p-pleasse… d-don't…" She couldn't hold herself anymore, this had been too much and she could already feel the depression sinking all around her cells. She was greatly feeling violated and from the looks of things it was just getting started.

She saw him glance at her maliciously and then felt his paw dragging around her tail and rump. She couldn't take it anymore and released the pressure from her bladder which was immediately met with the feeling of warmness spreading around her thighs and crotch while the buck stopped his advance and quickly backed off from her with his weight being felt on the paw that was pinning her head down but it subsided as he stood up and created some distance from her miserable state.

"You dirty bitch!" She stopped her embarrassing last resort, even if the pressure was stinging, and quickly tried to get on her legs but the jeans around her legs were preventing her greatly and she fell flat on her chin with whimpers of fear. The smell of ammonia was strong because of the lack of hydration she was forced to endure but that didn't bother her, she wanted to hide her indecency from the buck's flared eyes of lust and fury. It had been mixing so hard that even in her filthy state of embodiment, he looked desperate enough to continue which made her to tremble and no longer could she fight him off, her position was making it impossible, nevertheless at least she was able to roll on her back and tried to traverse.

She saw his misplaced want twitching and wanted nothing more but to cut it off so he could never harm her in such a way or anyone else in that matter. She didn't have time to think of something because Brad jumped at her and she was again harshly rolled around and exposed from behind and this time she braced herself for the painful and probably endless torment. He viciously grabbed her ears, which were yanked so hard that she thought they would tear, and just as she was sure that she'd feel his abominable act of sinning, loud whacking on the door came forth and made her breath to stop.

She could feel his heat close to her innocence, it was so close but the whacking on the door repeated itself and that heat moved away from her which got her to release her breath and yell as hard as her lungs allowed to, a raw yell that made her ears to ring and the buck to release them and push his paws above her mouth in an attempt to muffle her to which she bit one of his fingers so hard that she felt the bone to slightly crack to which the buck responded with a scream and a retreat that she let him take while her teeth ached in pain as well as jaw during her breathlessness, but her face, her face was devoid of emotion and her eyes were staring at the half-naked buck in a very icy way, Judy had these thoughts, and there was this maddening fire in her teary eyes, a fire that looked hateful and destructive.

"OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR YOU FUCKINGLY FUCK OF A FUCKING FUCKER!" A loud and very masculine voice roared from behind the door and the buck's ears sprung up as he hastily-startlingly pulled and zipped his pants and hurried to the door while Judy tried to cover herself as best as possible and crawl to one of the corners near the shelf where her resentment was replaced by shuddering while she tried not to sob even if the failure was easy to achieve, but her eyes, her eyes were glued to the buck as if they were going to shoot him.

The wacking continued but now the whole steel frame trembled under the bashes and the buck was visibly mortified as he fumbled with the keys which he managed to even drop on the ground, after which he put several wrong ones in the keyhole. "I'LL FUCKICKING FUCK YOU BLOODY YOU FUCKING FUCK OF A FUCK!" The door clicked and was so harshly pushed open that the buck's bloodied arm was caught in the process and he hissed in pain while Judy pushed her knees further to herself in a delusional attempt of comforting herself while watching the events unfold in front of her. Her mind was telling her that another male had entered the room and it was bad, the possibilities were nothing but unpleasant and vile.

There, in between the door's frame, stood a muscular, but not bulky, black wolf with random tinges of light-brown on some spots on his fur. He had a black leather jacket; a crew neck shirt and trousers where a pistol visibly stood in a holster and a knife on the other side which were attached to his belt. He had a hole in his left ear which twitched at Judy's direction as she whimpered from the physical pain around her back and the emotional of how she had almost been entirely violated which still could happen at any given moment.

The wolf raised his head and sniffed deeply a few times, a moment that gave Judy the sight of two nasty scars on his neck which seemed deep but her observations were quickly broken when the wolf growled and barked at the buck who jumped on his spot and began shivering even more than before. The wolf opened and closed his long sharp claws while he walked by the buck and stopped just before the spot where Judy's innocence was to be taken as now there was a small puddle of her last resort which attracted the wolf's eyes for a moment as he then looked at her in such discontent that she felt narrowing in her chest just from the calculating glare.

The diabolical wolf spun on his pads and faced the buck whose head was now trying to mold with his shoulders. "Were you going to rape this bunny?" he asked through uncontrolled growls while his head moved closer to the buck's and Brad tried to step back but couldn't. Judy was flabbergasted and from the crevice between her knees watched the surprising situation unfold, a surprise that now sowed the seed of hope in her for a chance of getting out without hard traumas in her memories. She had enough of those.

"N-no, Sir!" Brad sputtered and huddled his paws together while his stature diminished and Judy could see his fear from the predator who manifested power all around him, unlike the pathetic buck. "I t-t-tried to s-s-show h-her that w-we're s-serious!" he mumbled and the wolf almost reached for his pawgun but then he stood tall and faked calmness. She knew that he was faking it because his hackles were electrified and his claws were tapping against his thighs. Something bad was going to happen and she could clearly see it as day but she chose not to interfere.

"By FUCKING raping the fucking FUCK out of her!?" the wolf barked and took out his gun which's slide he pulled in a metallic click while his eyes stared, without blinking, at the buck whose whole body was like an unstable reactor near meltdown. "You fucking know what that fucking means. Don't you Brad?"

She swore she noticed tears in the buck's eyes but her focus was distorted from her squinting her glossy eyes. "Sir! I'm s-sorry! It won't h-happen a-again! I… swear!" Brad stuttered as he took a step back from the black mammal who was in visibly falsified calm demeanor.

"You hear that? He's fucking sorry!" The wolf turned to look at Judy and smirked falsely in mockery, but when his eyes moved down, he frowned and quickly refocused his gaze at the buck. "I won't fucking shoot you, Brady."

"You won't?" The buck's eyes shined with hope while Judy could see clearly what was going to happen, but somehow, she actually wanted it to happen as nothing was stopping those plaguing thoughts now, they had overwhelmed her and she smiled for just a moment. Justice. Served. Cold.

"Nope! But I'll beat the holy fuck, fucking-fuckety fuck out of you!" The wolf smiled and, out of nowhere, swung the butt of his pistol at Brad's widely-opened mouth so hard that it broke his buck teeth and knocked him on the floor screaming. The wolf holstered his weapon and went to the wall where the steel rusty rods were sticking out and grabbed one which he easily broke, as it had deteriorated over time, with a satisfying snap. Judy was highly against murder and part of her tried to force her throat to yell and stop him but something was wrong, it wasn't happening even when she thought of doing it. Because of her disability to speak up, she tried to look away but her eyes were glued at the groaning buck whose whole face was bloodied while the black wolf approached with the rusty rod in paw.

She was changed, she could feel it because this wasn't her. Where was her compassion and what happened to her sense of justice. This was wrong…

"Best of fucks to your fucking God from me," he quipped with lack of humor in his voice and raised the steel rod.

"W-wait! N-no-n-no-n—" The steel rod was swung into Brad's head with such force that he managed to send blood flying everywhere around him.

"Fucking FUCK!" he yelled and delivered blow after blow into the buck's deforming head and Judy just watched and watched without missing a single detail. "On my own fucking GROUNDS?!" He swung again and this time blood managed to reach her and soil the fur on her silver cheeks but she didn't even flinch. "You FUCKING pussy!" His howl filled the room eerily as he swung the bending rod one more time into the newly-formed bloody and fleshy cavity that was now Brad's head.

The squelch sound that was made was probably going to be something she would remember for the rest of her life while the images would be a thing only time would make blurry, nevertheless, she felt empty and distant. "Holy fuckity-fuck!" The wolf let the rod fall into Brad's head. The room was now turned into a slaughterhouse. " You see what I fucking did?" he asked in amusement and turned his attention at Judy who didn't even meet his eyes as she stared at the twitching corpse of her violator.

It somehow felt so right while being so wrong. She couldn't place it and was in a whole world of confusion because she was actually feeling apathy which was incredibly unlike her. There was no disgust, no sorrow, nothing. It was like her brain had emptied itself and she had become a hollow husk. Maybe he did deserve to die, maybe this was the right way. He had tried to hurt her and now was laying there, dead. Her thoughts were poison and every pump of blood was amplifying that toxicity.

She heard ripping of cloth and realized that she had separated herself from the real world. The wolf was carrying a piece from Brad's shirt with him and began closing distance between them. She immediately felt threatened because of his bloodied state as well as intimidating aura but she was cornered and exposed, there was nothing she could see to be able to do but try to hide her indecency from his eyes that were surprisingly looking only at hers with… empathy? She wasn't sure as he threw the piece of cloth at her and made a circular motion with his claw as to tell her to give him her back.

She hesitated greatly but submitted because, after all, he had saved her and even if he was one insane and dangerous individual, the graceful but bloody act managed to instill some trust within her. He reached with one of his fingers in between her arms and began moving his claw around the knots while she tried to look anywhere but his way. The pressure around her wrists began weakening and she could feel the blazing warmth that was entering her cold limbs which was greatly pushing her discomfort but at the same time the feeling of freedom was achieved as well.

They finally fell and she put both her paws, that had the deep outlines of tightness and small amounts of blood from the broken skin, in front of herself and began rubbing them into one another while the wolf remained silent. She tried to quickly pull her pants but her fingers weren't listening to her and she was failing at her attempts to which the wolf reached to help her but she shouted desperately, "NO! GET AWAY!" Her heart developed that same rhythm and her face was filled with that same fear of being taken advantage of which got him to back off with open paws but he wasn't going away.

"I'm sorry for rapey Brady's behavior. I think he learned his lesson," the wolf grinned at her madly. "And you are?"

Her nose twitched as she moved the piece of Brad's shirt to further more hide her indecency. She wasn't going to tell a mammal who just killed somebody in front of her who she really was so she quickly answered, "Helen."

He squinted his eyes as if he wasn't very satisfied with her answer but then smiled and continued, "Okay, Helen. They call me Diablo. Clean yourself and… think this through. I'll come back later so we can talk about why the fuck you're here." He raised his eyebrows in visible interest of hearing an answer but Judy just nodded lightly and huddled her shoulders together. That was when the wolf sighed and stood up as he took his leave. But just as he was to close the door, he turned around with a smirk and finished, "You don't seem to be from here. Welcome to the shithole-fucking Noc!" And with that the door closed with a click with the humming sound of engines muffling itself, leaving Judy alone with herself, scents of repulsion and a lifeless body.

She took the cloth and went through the fur that was damp with the nose-blocking essence. She finished her job after some thorough rubbing and then pulled her pants up, buttoning them with some failures as her fingers were still shaky from the lack of blood they were forced to go through. She then just moved to the side and hugged her legs as she stared at the floor without any thoughts present as if her mind was a barren desert without an end. She didn't know how much time she stood like that and just breathed but at some point, she felt a prickle inside her chest after which she whimpered and felt tightness that began suffocating her entirely.

She gasped and tried to steady herself but then her body began trembling and all the stress began exiting in the form of tears, exhales and cries. Everything had accumulated so fast and without end that she didn't even had time to think about it and now it just wanted out with the fact that she was just going to be raped hanging just in front of her eyes, a fact that got her to hug herself and try to comfort her mind that nothing had happened, that the worst was over and that she was still whole. It may have been a close call and she may have been touched or seen but now that mammal was no longer on this Earth. He was laying in his own puddle of blood and brain, and the memory of him would cease to exist.

Yes, that was it. Things would fix themselves and she would forget about this, about all of this. But then she remembered the wolf beating him dead into the floor with the steel rod and she couldn't feel a thing, not even a pang of guilt. That was bad and she knew it but she just couldn't feel any sympathy to her abuser however she tried to find it in her good but blackening heart.

Her whole body and appearance was a total mess as her white buttoned shirt had tears as well as colorized stench and too many wrinkles all around, with her shirt's collar pulled to her side in an ugly way and exposing a bigger part of one side of her chest. Her fur was in no better shape as it was heavily ruffled and entangled as well as stained with foulness and drops of blood here and there, she was like another mammal entirely, the only thing managing to stick out being her beautiful lilac eyes which were surrounded with bright red, eyes that were staring into the bloodied corpse but there was no emotion in them, there was nothing but void and detachment. They were craters of heartlessness, they were dead.

All of it was baffling but then her stomach pierced her with the sensation of pain and she groaned in dissatisfaction which plucked her out from the trance of lethargy which began at least of warming her spirit back, it was appreciated.

Her tongue was dry and bitter and she was feeling so empty which got her to remember the rafts of food above her and all of her worries managed to fade away when her tongue salivated as all her thoughts were replaced with the memories of different flavours and tastes. Her feet pushed her from the ground and she was now eye level with all the canned goods. There was just so much to choose from but what caught her eyes was the label peaches. She didn't need to think it through as the relatively big can was grabbed and pulled into her embrace. It was dusty and seemed old but she didn't even think about looking for an expiration date as her eyes scanned the surroundings for a can opener which she found hanging on one of the small iron pieces sticking out of the shelves' foundations like nails.

She snatched it and quickly began removing the metal top with great speed and the aroma tickled her nose with her drool actually falling into the can itself. That was how hungry she was and when at last it was opened, she pushed her paw inside and grabbed one of the sliced fruit which entered her mouth and she almost dropped the can from hypnotic satisfaction but then there was that feeling of thirst and she began chugging the juice in abnormal quantities. That got her to feel a bit sick but she managed to keep the absorbed contents in her belly while she chewed on the god-like fruits.

Several cans later, Judy was now sitting on the floor with a slightly enlarged belly filled with vegetables and fruit as well as a small smile on her face and an almost empty can in her paws. She had killed her hunger and thirst and now there was that feeling of calm as she had managed to separate herself from the real world for those gratifying moments but then her nose picked up that foul smell of ammonia mixed with blood and she scrunched her face in distaste as it made her to burp bitterly. She decided to at last face reality and stood up with the rounded object in her paws as she moved closer to the spot where she was almost forced into an idea she didn't even want to think about.

There laid the dead bunny with clotted blood all around him and she stopped just a meter before him and just stared. That was when at last she felt sorrow for him because even if he was a monster, he had friends and family. He should've had had the chance to better himself and go over his actions and see them as wrong. But now there wasn't such an option because it was taken from him, just like he had intended to take hers as well. The realization made her grip hard and her teeth began hurting further as she strained her jaw too much. She threw the can at his corpse and yelled, "You did this, not me! You did this… not me…" A step forward was taken as her paws reached for her chest. "I'm sorry but… I'm not to blame!" Judy hissed and turned around because she was grasping how insane she must've looked talking to a dead mammal.

But her heart wanted to let it all out because if not, it would suffocate her greatly. "If you had just actually tried to get me out and not fo—" she couldn't continue as a sob blocked her throat and the feelings that were now memories resurfaced and bathed her in pain which got her to go away from him and put both her paws over her eyes. Being strong in such a world meant everything and if she was to let herself be consumed by weakness meant one thing: death. She could remember the terrifying wolf and his method of dealing with problems and she did not intend to become a broken vessel without a soul. Her eyes went over to the rusty vent and she was just going to rush there when she heard footsteps which sprung her ears at the door's direction.

She had almost forgotten that the wolf would come back, or was it someone else who was interested in trying something on her. It didn't matter because the only thing her mind was at was her survival and the want to get out of there in one piece whatever she had to do.

That was the price that had to be paid when met with savageness and cruelty.

The price of being alive.


Author's notes:

- Hard chapter here. It was to be longer but I had to push some content out and so I separated the chapter into two. As you can see, there is some disturbing art that I crafted for this specific part with the aftereffects of the disgusting act of repulsion that had almost succeeded. There is also new art for Chapter 14 and Chapter 19, yea you would've known in advance if you were following me on Tumblr. Are you starting to regret having begun reading this fic? If so, say so with specifics! Would love to hear that! I ain't sarcastic.

- It wasn't easy for me to craft this because I needed to pick my words carefully as well as involve side events in between what was happening. The chapter could've contained more mysteries but I had to cut it in half, it could've taken me way more time to finish this if I hadn't, which is a bummer. Yes, yes, this was a disgusting chapter and if it was, then it was written well. When I was writing it, there was this hostility in me as well as sadness, maybe you'll feel it too. Maybe you've felt it too. Is Judy going to get a damn rest from all this damn fucking shit? Next chap. No legend because I am a lazy piece of work.

- Music while writing: The Godfather Waltz

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