Being Geto’s follower came with unspoken rules. Don’t speak out of turn. Do not defy order or his words. And don’t speak your ideas.

You had broken all those rules. Usually, Geto would have his unruly followers exiled. But you were favorite. A dainty little bunny following a cruel man. Such purity bound to be ruined.

“I’m not hearing you count, Bunny.” he teases, striking your bottom. Your skin was burning, begging you to move. But your legs and arms were tied as you were sprawled out on his lap

“Aww, seems like we have to restart.” he mocks, smiling at your glossy, tear-covered cheeks.