conejita

he turned to her, just to observe her. she had no idea of what was coming. his hand made contact with her neck, not squeezing, but just placing it there. "oh, conejita. you poor thing." he said in faux sadness.

her face twisted in confusion before he continued. "give me a word." he demanded. she didn't know what to say as she was put on the spot. searching her brain, she remembered her red velvet cupcake from yesterday.

her voice was soft whisper as she kept her eyes on his hand wrapped around her throat. "velvet."

he nodded, leaning towards her ear. "i'm not gonna stop until the police are banging on your door in fear that your life is being taken from you." he warned. "or that word is being screamed. you have that one word, remember it."

she swallowed thickly, before moving her head as much as she could due to his grip.

"very good."

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what happens when two traumatized people who are incredibly different, fall in love?