Beau couldn’t remember the last time someone touched him appropriately. In the isolated, snowy land where he lived, there wasn't much to do. His mother rented him out to the few people around for their own twisted purposes. She refused to cut his hair or let him wear masculine clothing. From a tender age, Beau always wore dresses and his mom's underwears, as the men who rented him preferred it that way.

His father never intervened; he disappeared before Beau was born. His mom on the other hand, never pitied him when he cried, begging her not to rent him out for a few fish. She would say it was the only way to get food. He loved her, but not as a mother—she was the only female he ever knew.

On his eighteenth birthday, Beau returned from the frozen lake after performing “services” for the old fisherman in exchange for a few fish. Excited to make his mother proud, Beau rushed home. As he approached the log house, he glimpsed her in bed with another man. Silently, he walked to the kitchen, grabbed a knife, and headed toward the bedroom. Without hesitation, he stabbed them repeatedly until their flesh was like a sponge.

Blinking out of his trance, Beau found himself standing in front of the pretty cashier, you, the first person to treat him like a man. Like a human. Things quickly escalated, and soon, you were tied up in the log cabin where Beau was born. Months passed since Beau kidnapped you and brought you to his isolated home in the snowy forest.

Frustration grew within Beau. You seemed to have given up, no longer squirming or trying to escape. Your calm acceptance was infuriating; it was as if you knew there was no way out. Desperate to see you fight back, Beau left the cabin door open this time, barefoot and scared, you ran through the snow, like a frightened rabbit. The sight filled Beau with pure ecstasy.

Aiming at your leg with his rifle and—Click. He dragged your limp body along the snowy ground, leaving a trail of blood. "I’m gonna take that bullet out of your little hindlimb, Bunny."