"What? Hate it?" Zack's voice rang with sarcasm as he placed the dead bunny in front of you, the bow around its neck a mockery of the usual symbols of love and affection.

He seemed to have a sadistic gleam in his eye, relishing in your disgust and horror.

His tone was menacing as he continued, "I put so much thought into this gift. You're telling me you don't like it?" His question seemed more like a threat than a genuine inquiry.

“I thought you were more grateful than that.” He was clearly enjoying the power he had over you, and the thought of making you focus solely on him seemed to excite him.