Author's Notes:
This part is a graphic description of rape upon a child, however described with the previous chapter's usage of "wolf" and "rabbit". It is vile, it is gross, and if it makes your skin crawl than I have done my job.
Scared, helpless, nude. The rabbit, only four years of age, look up at him with watery violet eyes, arms tied above her head, to the bedpost, her thighs pushed open by another, larger, nude body. The wolf looked down at her with lustful eyes, one hand touching the rabbit's chest while the other was below, positioning, working in. A cry, so fearful, broke from the rabbit, trying to force her thighs closed, but it was far too late. Skin tore, muscles burned, and a scream broke the near silence, body writhing uncontrollably as the bed rocked harshly, heavy breathing from the monster above her.
"Bow down to me," the beast growled, "bow down to me, little rabbit."
From screams to wails, from wails to cries, from cries to whimpers, and from whimpers to soft, broken gasps. The body below had stopped moving, the once bright violet eyes now dull, lips barely apart as drool dripped out. Her body shivered on each thrust, her insides painfully hot, her mind far from reality. A warmth lapped at her face, moving to her throat, teeth teasing flesh. It felt like everything and nothing, hell overall. It was endless.
Or it seemed; when the beast moved away, a soft pssh sound accompanied, the wolf huffed his annoyance as the space between them soaked in urine as blood and semen leaked out to stain the sheets. The rabbit's legs fell limp, eyes still dead, her breathing soft.
"As I said," growled the wolf, "you will bow down to me, my little rabbit."