Don't Run

Devious

Pat didn't see Alona at lunch. She was frantically looking around when she spotted the little bunny walking up. Her expression was solemn, her eyes looked distant.

She put her arm around her and whisked her to the group. Michelle stopped talking when she saw them and smiled.

Pat passed Alona to her, and the Leopard squeezed her in a hug. The bunny winced and she drew back.

"What's wrong? Are you hurt?" Alona rubbed her shoulders uncomfortably.

"I'm alright." She lied, and Michelle squinted at her. She pulled the rabbits shirt to the side but didn't see anything. The bruise hadn't formed yet.

That seemed to placate her for now and they all chatted away about different subjects.

Alona was bored. She wanted more.

She attended the rest of her classes with a foggy head, replaying what had happened fondly and messing her underwear up again. By the time she got back to the dorm she saw the faint bruises forming on her shoulders. A Predators grip was no joke. She looked at her arm and saw another from where Damien dragged her. The older bruises where small and almost faded at this point.

He must have been pissed he couldn't catch her. She smirked at the thought. She can't make it too easy. They'd lose interest.

Her shirt was still off when Patricia walked in and the cat girl gasped, closing the door tight and coming close to her.

"What are those bruises from? I thought you said you were alright?" Alona looked at her "friend" sheepishly.

"I'm just...careless." She spoke softly. Her eyes not moving from the floor. Pat sighed and rubbed Alona's arms trying to be comforting.

"I don't know what's going on with you, but.... you know you can tell us, right? Michelle is highly respected. Theirs only a handful of people she can't tell off." She said confidently, trying to reassure her.

If she knew who was messing with Alona she'd probably shit her pants. The Witch knew that a Jaguar and a Tiger were not the Leopards match. And she also knew that Michelle would do nothing about it. She'd just bite her tongue and sit back.

That was her place. And she wouldn't stick her neck out for a Rabbit. Probably not even Lulu and Minwa, if it came down to it.

Alona smiled warmly. But it didn't reach her eyes.

"I'll be fine, you should see the other guy." She joked. Pat laughed, petting her white fluffy hair.

"Just remember, ok? We got your back." Alona almost rolled her eyes. Yeah right. They wouldn't do shit if Damien ripped her apart right in front of them. She didn't need help. She wouldn't get any.

Alona used a <Mending> spell on her uniform in the bathroom. She wasn't keen on buying another one. Peace Town had given her an allowance, but it wasn't much.

She wondered if the boys did this to other girls. how could they be such brutes?

Was it just because she ran? It was only the nature of Prey to run. And it was strongest in Herbivores. So maybe she was just a special circumstance?

Maybe they just did it to her because she was small and abysmally "weak".

She didn't mind it though. Alona would admit, it was only exciting for her, because she had control.

At any moment she could subdue them. She shivered to imagine really being defenseless in the face of such rough Predators. At this point she didn't think they would seriously hurt her. But abuse was abuse. And if she'd been a normal Rabbit, this was a dire reality to face.