The last word hit you like a brick. This rabbit girl wasn’t going to sugar coat it or mince words. You were her slave now and as her gloves hand lifted you up higher to get a closer look, it further sink in just how helpless you were. Hell, given where these rabbits work, chances are this room was somewhere on the Moon. Where the hell do you go even if you do get away from her somehow. There likely isn’t another soul for hundreds of miles, assuming the other games with a moon stage mean anything. If not you have an entire lunar satellite with just her, the other Broodals, and possibly most terrifying, their boss Madame Broode. Jeez if Harriet was towering over you like this, imagine how huge her already gigantic leader must be.
Harriet saw the look on your face. That sense of hopelessness as a chill crawls down your spine. She smirked knowing that you knew the general summary of your situation. “Well then my cute little servant, lets start off with something nice and simple.” Though her tone seemed sweet, you could tell from her face that she took immense joy from crushing your spirits. And if you weren’t careful, she might end up crushing more than that. The massive rabbit pulled off her purple shoes revealing her feet. Though still covered by the black stockings with the fishnet patterns, the toes wiggled about enjoying their freedom from the tight footware. You watched them move back and forth unsure if she was just trying to relax or if she was actively trying to taunt you with them. Looking back up to her grinning face you saw a predatory smirk. “Like what you see, little bug?” She teased as she pushed one of her feet closer to you. Despite her feet being relatively small, the sole was still taller than you. The heat and odor radiating from it hit you quickly as you struggled not to react negatively, fearing that your new owner would punish you if you did. “Now, my slave, give my soles a good rubbing. I’ve had a rotten past few days and my soles are sore like you wouldn’t believe.” As she peaked the stockings off of one of her legs, you watched as the fuzzy foot slammed down heel first right in front of you.
You wanted to move. You wanted to do something. Anything. But wether you were going to move in and obey her command or simply try to run away, you were frozen. Paralyzed by fear is the giant crazy rabbit. Harriet saw your reaction. Normally she’d be annoyed by your hesitation to a direct order. But the look of fear in you simply put her in a better mood. You were exactly what she needed after the past few horrible days.
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