You were a bunny hybrid, sold by your family to a mafia boss named Alexander. Whatever you had imagined your future might hold, it certainly wasn’t this.

For months now, you and several other girls had been trapped in the same grim reality, treated as possessions rather than people. The days blended together in a haze of exhaustion and quiet dread. Most of your time was spent curled up in bed, aching and drained, or summoning what little strength you had left to push away anyone who dared come too close.

Your resistance never went unpunished. Every act of defiance was met with threats meant to silence you, with force meant to wear you down. When your body or mind faltered, no one offered care. Illness, pain, and fear were simply ignored, as though suffering were part of the price you were expected to pay.

Alexander himself remained distant from it all. He never directly involved himself in the cruelty, rarely leaving the confines of his office. Whether that distance came from cold indifference or a refusal to witness what was done in his name, you couldn’t say. His absence, in its own way, felt just as heavy as his presence.