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ostrich), popped it open, and inside was a syringe. The Bunny lunged at me and stuck me in the neck and I hissed as the fluid bit into my veins. The Bunny grabbed my face in one padded paw and stared at me with its large mesh eyes (and behind that mesh was a person, wasn’t there? A man, a woman?  Someone who knew me and hated me and knew what I was up to…Cindy?), the bunny’s face, its mask, permanently frozen in that chipper buck-tooth smile.
    “You’re sinner number one,” a deep gravelly voice emitted from the cute cheeks and whiskers. I felt the world sliding out from beneath my feet into an endless black void and I could hear all the blood rushing into my face.
    The Bunny threw its head back and giggled like a mad school girl and then black.
     
     
     
    …NOW
     
     
     
    I grope around the chamber, looking for an escape. Jennifer tells me it’s hopeless, there’s no way out. I ignore her, tug on the steel door. It’s sealed tight, won’t budge. I search for another door, splashing through the muddy black water, and tripping, falling. Scraping my palm open on some gravel. Bleeding.
    “FUCK!” I scream. “Fuck fuck fuck.”
    I crawl back to the pillar, trembling, and I can feel Jennifer staring at me in the dim green light, from her little corner in the chamber.
    The steel door squeals open and I suck in a deep breath, looking through hot tears, through black muddy fingers and blood. The Bunny enters…giggling.
    “You’ve been a naughty boy,” it says, and points at me.
    “What the fuck do you want?” I choke on my words. I have no spit.
    “I want to make you suffer.” The Bunny giggles again, covering its mouth.
    Jennifer cries.
    “Welcome to hell,” the rabbit’s voice goes deep and gravelly, and then back to high-pitched giggling, as it frolics around the chamber, jumping up and down on all fours. It shakes its fuzzy tail at us and then slams the steel door shut.
    The echo of that slamming bounces around the chamber for what feels like forever.
     
     
     
    Erica
    Oh fuck it’s dark in here. I can’t see. My hands tied behind my back. I’m lying on cold concrete. It presses into my face. I feel a cobweb on my lips but I can’t get it off. A door opens at the top of the stairs. I’m in a cellar, I think. I let out a raspy cry. My mouth is bloodied (I can taste copper) and my eyes are dry (balls of dust). Fear and revulsion and sickness are the only things keeping me warm down in this dank hell hole. The silhouette of the rabbit (the long ears) comes down the stairs, each wooden step creaking beneath its padded feet. That thing…it’s giggling. I try to get up, but my ankles are bound too…I can only roll around on the concrete, flopping like a dying fish out of water. The restraints bite into my skin.
    “Yes, Jesus loves me, yes Jesus loves me,” the rabbit sings.
    I start crying.
    “The Bible tells me so.”
    “Leave me alone!” I scream, my heart shredding into a million little pieces.
    I can’t fucking stop shaking.
    “Are you afraid of me?” the rabbit says. “If I were you, I’d be afraid of me.” The voice goes deep. “Because I’m one sick fuck!” Followed by the high-pitched giggling. Hehehehehe.
    “Oh God…please…leave me alone!”
    “God doesn’t live down here, silly,” the rabbit says in its high-pitched voice.
    The padded feet come off the last riser, and the rabbit stands above me, looming; its fluffy white chest, puckered cheeks, and buck teeth stained satin; its large dead eyes reflecting green pools of light.
    “Yes Jesus loves me yes Jesus loves me.”
    I’m crying, the back of my mouth aching. Everything aching. I want to puke but I can’t. I shit myself and it runs down my thighs (the thong I was wearing beneath my miniskirt—before that thing brought me here—has been removed; I was bare and sore when I woke up in the darkness). I gag on my stench, my filth. My rectum throbs, wet and itchy from runny shit…blood?
    “They are weak,”