Don't Run

Greedy

The Delicate looking white Rabbit sat on the bleachers to the Rugby field. She had an open journal and was doodling some magic algorithms.

She never really stopped learning. She was always polishing her skills in her off time. Precision was hard with thought. Intent took a lot of imagination and focus.

It's easier to have something to imagine than shapeless will. A symbol or rune that can represent your intent was the best. Alot of the previous Witches used chants. But Alona didn't like announcing what she was going to do next. So, she learned to do without.

She felt a soft breeze with a nibble of the cold at its edges. Her pen scritched the paper. She didn't wear a jacket, so she shivered a little, goosebumps rose on her arms, and she rubbed them absentmindedly.

It had been two days since her walk home from Michelle's, and she managed to avoid both of them well. Never being alone. She knew, the moment no one was looking they'd hunt her down.

Just like right now. She was all alone on the bleachers. And like a predictable fool. A shadow fell over her. She froze.

"What are you drawing? Looks complicated." She glanced up at the Jaguar and shut her book tight.
He was smiling down on her, blocking out the sun.

"Go away." She said quietly, looking away from him again. He quickly pounced on the rabbit, wrapping his arms around her and catching her face, making her look at him. She stiffened and tried to pull away, but he held her there. watching her probingly for a second.

"Don't turn your back on a Predator Alona." The Jaguar pulled her up into his lap and breathed her in. Hugging her tightly to his chest.

She wriggled, pushing on his arms to no avail. His hand caressed her breast as he undid the first button of her shirt. His other arm still wrapped her waist.

The Jaguar paused, then undid the second. His eyes roaming a bruised chest, he stared uncomfortably long in silence. She went still as he looked. Her eyes shut slightly.

"Was this his reaction?" His hands lightly touched the dark hickeys, now turning purple. He rolled his eyes and let out a chuckle, shaking his head.

"Does it hurt?" His fingers pressed on one and she writhed, trying to struggle away again, whimpering. But he squeezed her to him harder and she settled down.

"I guess so." He answered his own question darkly and looked at her smugly. The rabbit's heart was already beating fast. He could feel it under his arm. She looked away from him, her ears folded back in defense.

He grabbed her by the neck firmly but gently with one hand and undid the rest of her buttons, her hands tried grabbing at him, but it didn't slow him down at all. The Jaguar inspected the trail, leading down to her belly button. His brows scrunched down. He looked a bit angry.

"Where did he touch you? How far did he go?" He grumbled out, rubbing the marks on her belly. His hand started moving down and she trembled. He rubbed her over her skirt softly. Right on her crotch.

"Here?" He growled. And she shook but stayed silent. He gripped her harder and she yelped.

"N...no! He...didn't." She managed to peep out. Her soft voice shaking with her body. The Jaguar breathed out and buried his face in her hair. His hand slowly starting to tease her, rubbing her firmly. She let out a tiny moan. Her legs twitching.

"Maybe I should first then." He said right in her ear, with that deep and cold voice. Making her shiver.

They heard the locker room doors bang open and he stood her up, spinning the rabbit around and quickly buttoning her shirt.