Habit's little Rabbit

Habit's domain

We've been driving for quite a while, so I try to sleep a bit to conserve my energy for facing Habit. But as soon as I drift off, I start to see and hear Habit's sinister grin and laugh in my mind. The scene of Jeff dying plays over and over in my head. My eyes snap open, and tears start to well up again.

Then I feel a hand on my leg, and it startles me. I look down at the hand and then up at its source. The realization hits me, and I see that it's Vinny. I sigh deeply, sitting back normally in the car seat. His hand gently strokes my leg.

"It's okay, Y/N. I'm here," he says softly.

"We're almost there," he adds, his voice now serious and slightly trembling.

Vinny parks the car in front of Evan/Habit's house. We step out and walk to the front door. To our surprise, it opens on its own. We walk in, and the door slams shut behind us. I look around. Knowing that this is now Habit's territory sends shivers down my spine. I grab Vinny's hand, and he pinches it a little to reassure me that everything is going to be okay. We walk in a little further, but then we hear a voice behind us.

"Welcome to my little horror house, Y/N!" the man says. Shivers run down my spine as I turn around to face the familiar voice. "Habit," I say, anger lacing my voice. Habit now stands in front of the front door we just entered.

"Good to see you again, my dear. How have you been? Feeling good? Feeling sassy?" he says in a low, husky voice. "Never been better," I say sarcastically, rolling my eyes.

"Hmm—someone is a little feisty," he says with a grin. "What do you want, Habit?" I ask. He steps closer, trailing his thumbs against my jawline and cupping my face. "What I want, my little rabbit, is you... hm," he says, tilting his head slightly with a smile.

"Well, I'm here," I say, confused. Habit walks around me in a circle, inspecting me and my every move.

Vinny stands a little further away now. "Yes, you are. But I want your mind and soul. I want you to be my plaything. To surrender to me fully. Be in submission. Let me dominate you," he growls, grinning.

"Fuck you, Habit," I say sharply.

"Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you. It's always the fuck you," he says, irritated.

He stands behind me, his body pressed against mine. I can feel his heartbeat against my back. He gently yet firmly grabs my throat, tilting my head up. His other hand grips my wrist tightly and pulls it behind my back. A soft, painful groan escapes my mouth as he does. Hearing that, Habit's grin widens even more. He leans closer, his warm yet harsh breath tickling my ear.

"You don't have a choice. You stepped into my domain. And you're already mine now. As long as you cooperate with me, you won't suffer as much," he says, his voice sending goosebumps all over my body. I try to relax my muscles, a part of me wanting to surrender, but I'm really just trying to find a way to escape his grip.

Habit smiles at my apparent surrender, loosening his hold and letting me go completely.

"Vinny, you ready?" Habit asks. I look over at Vinny, confused, and see that he's holding a camera.

"Vinny, what the hell are you doing?" I ask, my voice full of confusion.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I have no choice," he says, his voice tinged with shame.

Habit then grabs my hand and leads me to a room. The TV is on, playing the song "I Can't Decide," and in front of it is a table covered with various knives. Habit walks us through the room and guides me up to the attic. He sits me down in a small child's chair placed in the middle of the room. The room is cold and dark, lit only by a small, dim light hanging above me.

I recognize this place, feeling a strange sense of déjà vu. Then it hits me: this is the room and the chair where Habit killed Jeff. My breath catches in my throat as the scene replays in my mind.

Without realizing it, Habit is now behind me, inspecting every move I make. I feel his hands on my body, and a jolt of shock runs through me. My body freezes in place, not aware of his presence behind me. He grabs both my wrists and pulls them behind my back. I feel the rope being tied around them, and with a sharp tug, he secures them tightly. A painful groan escapes my mouth.

Habit kneels down in front of me, his eyes glinting with a sadistic grin. "Such sweet sounds you make, Y/N. I like it," he says, his voice dripping with malice. He pulls out a knife from the holster and points it at my throat.

"We're going to have a lot of fun together," he says with a chilling laugh.