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"NOoo! Don't do this! PLEASE! STOP." Judy struggled as much as she could, but the bindings were too sturdy and her body was too weak.
Meat had undone the bindings of her left leg and forcefully straightened her leg onto another chair.
She tried to kick and shake her leg as much as possible as she continued to yell and reason. The pig gripped her leg tightly and bound her leg down to the seat with zip ties and a leather belt.
She could hear the zipping of the ties with each addition making it harder and harder to struggle.
Tears of terror started streamlining down her face as she continued to wriggle. She clenched her teeth and kept on struggling. "Hnnnngghh!" she stressed as she pulled against the restraints.
She couldn't afford to lose a foot, this was what made her such an effective rabbit officer. This is her favorite part of herself. The ability to jump, bound, and run was the joy of her life. Ever since she was a kitten, she loved hopping about and maneuvering through obstacles swiftly. The physical and mental pain of losing a foot would destroy her.
"Now Officer Hopps. Or Judy… may I call you Judy?" Mr. Lazovsky said as he began to lean close to her.
"Don't do this. Please. I- You don't have to do this. We can talk this throu-" The bear held up one claw to her face.
She shut her eyes and winced in anticipation of a violent strike. He simply put his claw back down.
"If you wish to tell me something useful, like where Officer Nicholas Wilde is… maybe I could tell Meat here to put hatchet away." He offered.
"I don't know where he is…The ZPD has him under their protection so it would be impossible for you to get him anyway. So just let me go…" She negotiated.
"What you're telling me… is that… you are of no use to me?" He chuckled then sighed. "Pity… I'd hate to see such a beautiful strong spirited rabbit such as yourself get eaten alive by Meat."
Her eyes widened and her fur stood up. Eaten? She began shaking.
Meat began chuckling and slurping with his tongue. "I can. Eat. Bunny? Sir?"
"I don't know." He responded with a gentle voice "We have to ask Judy what she thinks of that. What do you think of that Judy?" he voice suddenly became menacing.
She was still shaking and her face fell gaunt. She was rendered speechless at this horrifying notion. She just shook her head quickly as she kept her eyes on Meat's activities.
Meat was pacing back and forth in excitement occasionally walking over to Judy's leg to sniff it. He let out some oinks and heavy breathing.
Tears of terror flowed freely. She felt like she was going to throw up. It can't end like this.
The bear turned to Meat "No? Aww I'm sorry Meat… you might not be able to eat Ms. Judy after all…" The pig stopped and frowned, he looked very disappointed.
"Because… Ms. Judy is willing to help us now, isn't she?" He turned back to face her with a grin.
She stared at him intently with wide eyes.
Mr. Lazovsky continues to stare into her eyes as well as he gestured for her to continue talking.
"Well Judy?"
She gulped and inhaled slowly.
"I…"
"Yes?"
"I… I don't know."
Mr. Lazovsky's grin dropped into a scowl. He gripped onto the handle of the boxcutter still lodged into her shoulder while wiggling it violently.
She yelled out in pain. "AHHHHHHhhhh! GOD~" She could feel the blade slashing and tearing the tendon and nerves in there, the blood began to blossom through her uniform.
"So… you think… you won't break?!" He challenged loudly as he leaned in close to her face. He chuckled as he let go of the box cutter. She exhaled hard in some relief then moaned in pain.
He slowly paced around the dark dank room.
She watched him while panting hard and continued to groan in pain from her shoulder injury.
"You know Judy… Meat once broke a mule. Stubborn as he was… Meat got through to him eventually. Poor guy… drove him mad… forty-two straight days of non-stop torture… Right there…" He gestured at her. "Right where you are sitting now. Can you believe it?"
Meat chuckled quietly as if reminiscing a fond memory.
Her eyes widened again. 42 days? I can't take this much longer. I don't… I can't.
Her thoughts were screaming at her as her mind seemed to begin a steep descent into despair.
I'm not leaving here… I'm really gonna die like this… I want to see Nick. I need to see Nick. I just wanna go home. I just wanna go home to Nick. Where are you...
She was shuddering and began sobbing as her thoughts of Nick flooded her mind. The cocktail of fear, nausea, sadness, and hopelessness was slowly consuming her sanity.
"Hey don't worry little bunny" he spoked in an eerie caring voice "who knows? Maybe you can beat the mule's high score eh?" He guffawed aloud as he slowly stepped away from her and began walking back into the shadow toward the metal door.
Wait don't leave me with HIM. Her mouth gaped with tears still spilling from her eyes, she was speechless. She knew the torture was to resume. She had blown her only chance to negotiate her way out of this.
Mr. Lazovsky gestured Meat to continue with a twirling of his claw. "See you around little bunny, maybe I'll come back to retrieve that lucky rabbit's foot after all" he sneered as he left the room.
"WAIT NO! DON'T LEAVE ME HERE. PLEASE NOT WITH HIM" She cried out screaming almost maniacally.
All she could hear was his laughter as it faded away into the darkness.
Meat now stood in front of her wearing his menacing smile—rusty hatchet still clasped in his hoof.
He knocked on every tile in the safe house. Sniffed and listened to every square inch of that damned room to find a way out without those tigers noticing.
Nick scanned around the room and is flabbergasted by the sight of no windows.
How the hell can there be no friggin' windows in this place?
He's frustrated by this severe lack in progress. A pit in his stomach seemed to deepen each time he failed to find an escape. Soon after, he felt completely defeated. As if he had lost Judy for good. He felt so slow. So weak. So dumb. Incapable of even saving the one person in the world that truly cared for him besides his own mother. Incapable of even saving the rabbit love of his life.
His two paws covered his face as his back slid down the cold walls. He sat there on the cold tile floor. A long silence passed…
Wait…Cold…
He dropped his hands slowly as he looked up. He noticed the air conditioning vents.
He laughed in pure bliss as if he had just won the lottery. He quickly scrambled to his feet almost tripping and began stacking the tables and chairs.
Suddenly there was a knock on his door.
"Wilde, what's all that noise you alright in there?" a muffled voice spoke through.
Ah dung, it's thing 1 and thing 2.
"I'm fine! Just… just really upset about you shooting me is all and how I'm a failure and everything" he said in overly friendly voice as if he was responding to his own mother. He resumed trying to quietly stack up the furniture.
"Oh. Uhh… Alright. Look we're sorry we had to do that. Bogo gave us orders was all…" one of them apologized.
"Yeah no no. I get it, I woulda shot me too. Ha-ha-ha~" he sheepishly replied. He had to keep this charade up to buy some more time. He reached for the vents but the stack was just not high enough. He desperately scanned the room for more objects to tetris up.
"Well listen… If you need anything just let us know. We just feel awful about this whole situation being about your partner and all. It must be really hard for you."
He stopped and teared up a little at these oddly comforting words from the individuals who had just shot him. Now is not the time to get emotional goddamn it. He shook it off and continued to search franticly. "Oh yeah… uhh… thank you thank you for the concern. Really, but I am fine."
"Do… do you want to talk about it? I can come in and my partner can still stand watch." He offered.
"OH! NO! No no no no. I uhhh… no that will not be necessary!" He found some toilet paper rolls oddly enough in the table drawers. He stared at them confused, but shrugged and sprinted up his pile to gingerly stack the toilet paper rolls. How the hell am I gonna balance on these?
"Are you sure? You sound pretty distressed… Look I am good listener and I think it would help all of us if we could just talk this through"
Nick heard the door handle rattling.
"NO! Don't come in!"
The rattling stopped.
"A-are you ok?"
"NO. I uhhh… I'm I'm crying right now… so I don't want anyone to see me! Ya know… Pride and whatnot"
"Oh gosh, now I gotta come in, man. Don't worry I won't judge. We tigers are more understanding than most would assume!" The door handle began turning this time as Nick heard the click of the door opening.
He had to think fast.
"UH! WAIT. I-I'm also masturbating!"
"OH." The door stopped suddenly and closed quickly.
"OH. GOD… Uhh… Wh-why…" the concerned voice now turned to a bit of fear.
"Uhhhhhh…! I'm so stressed and this is… this is just how I deal with it ok leave me alone!" he followed up. He cringed a bit at how stupid this was, but it was working.
"Oh geez. Uhh… Alrighty… I suppose we can talk… ya know…" He cleared his throat. "After… uhhh after that. I'll just uhh I'll just leave you to it."
Nick heard the tiger slowly back away from the door.
He let out a relieved sigh… Holy dung that was close…
He rubbed his face with a once over and his eyes up to focus at the vents and took a deep breath of determination.
He swiftly tried to climb the stack of toilet paper. By the time he reached the apex roll, the whole structure began to wobble uncontrollably. If he fell now, his escape attempt would surely be heard. He could not afford that. Before the tower collapsed, he managed to get off a powerful kick which propelled him just a few additional inches up. Adrenaline saturated his blood. He could feel as though his ascension was in slow motion. His left paw reached out to the vents just barely hooking two fingers in as the tower collapsed beneath him making a loud crashing noise. He quickly reinforced his grip with his right paw, and ripped the vent cover off with his residual adrenaline. How convenient. He impressed himself.
"Hey Wilde. You ok in there?" The tiger seemed to have returned.
"Yeah just uhhh… getting into character is all. I'm into that kinky BDSM stuff you know." He was having fun at this point.
"Aww gross." The muffled voice muttered quietly as he started walking away again.
Nick smirked and climbed into the AC unit and the felt the cold air blasting at him. He shivered a bit but forged on deeper into the vents.
After about 2 minutes of navigating around the vent maze, he found the exhaust port which he kicked out with his two legs and leapt down onto the dirt road outside of the safehouse.
He sighed and dusted himself off. He looked around, it was the evening already. Darkness had enveloped the streets and the stars were spread across the night sky. Despite that, he could still see just fine.
Immediately, he could pick up Judy's scent. She's close! He laughed at the joy of progress. He was good at sniffing out bunnies. Especially when it was his bunny.
With no hesitation, he began ardently following and tracking her scent.
Alright Judy just hang on please… I'm coming!
HE'S COMING GAIZ. STICK AROUND TO FIND OUT MOARE :3