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Hi sorry I just gave up on writing this for a bit but I am trying again just please be patient with me I'm a bit slow when it comes to responsibility. Also I lied and posted this a few days late so I might post a bonus chapter to make up for it I dunno I'm lazy 😃👍

TW: Mentions of cannibalism if you squint, abuse, rape, and alcoholism 🥰

I panted heavily, my heart practically beating out of my chest as I heard the sick, sadistic mans footsteps nearby. I bent down into a corner crushing my almost crippled leg.

"I can hear you little bunny, don't bother playing hide and seek, you know I'll win." he called, his voice drifting away as he walked towards the meatshack.

I put my hand over my mouth and waited until I was sure he was gone, then slowly stood up and limped to the backdoor of the miniature barn I was hiding in. I sighed with relief as I saw the highway and I sprinted as fast as I could manage, my leg dangling behind me. All of a sudden I was pulled down and grabbed by cold, calloused and blood stained hands. Instantly I started screaming and crying, begging for help from anyone who could hear.

"Hush up now bunny, don't wanna ruin that pretty mouth o' yours quite yet." he said grinning at me with his crooked, yellow, disgusting teeth. I tried to move my leg to kick him but he grabbed it and bent it upwards until I screamed in pain at the sickening cracking noise my now likely broken leg made. Frantically hitting him with my arm, I shrieked when he bit it. He ripped his teeth away from my arm with the sickening sound of flesh being ripped apart. He chewed for a bit and swallowed.

"Well seems you taste as good as you look, now why don't you be a good little bunny and shut your pretty little mouth 'till I can cook it." He growled in my ear as I whimpered in pain, holding my arm to my chest cradling it. I tried to push him off again, but he just caught my arm and chuckled. "Don't bother little one, I wouldn't wanna hurt you anymore. Gotta make sure your all set for dinner." He said grinning while licking his dried out pinkish lips.
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I jolted up on my bed, shaking at the horrifying dream. I crawled out from under my blankets, drenches in a cold sweat. I pulled a baggy T-Shirt over my head and tiptoed down the staircase. When I reached the bottom I heard the noise of a beer bottle rolling on the floor.

I paused and my breath hitched, I didn't dare move in case he heard me. I relaxed when I heard my fathers snoring, continuing my walk to the kitchen. I slunk over to the cabinets and cried out when I was met with a ceramic mug falling on my head. I put a hand over my mouth and try to muffle my sobs as I hear rapid drunken footsteps approach me. Panic taking over my senses I crawled under the table, praying in his drunken haze he wouldn't think to check. I tensed as I heard him enter the kitchen, his legs wobbling as he drunkenly stumbled around.

"Come out y-you little shit." He slurred as the alcohol clouded and twisted his mind.

I winced at the words, and quietly inched back towards the wall behind me. I stopped breathing trying to keep the foul scent of liquor out of my nostrils as he clumsily walked through the kitchen. I flinch as his hand aimlessly grasps for my shirt collar under the table.

"Dad stop, no I'm sorry! Please!" I beg as he grabs a hold of my shirt and drags me to the living room.

I kick and scream as he tugs on my hair in an attempt to silence me.

"Let me go you bastard!" I cry as he tosses me on the floor and unbuckles his belt.

Hot tears stream down my face as he lowers his pants and boxers to thigh level. I wince as he grabs my face and growls in my ear,

"If you don't suck it, your gonna go to that farm I showed you."

I start to cry as I envision the farm he drove past earlier today and having to live on it and work there. With the withered old lady and her creepy family, the horrifying meat shack and the wretched stank coming from it.

"Please Dad no!" I beg again, the plea falling on deaf ears as he starts to slowly stroke his cock.

"Shut up and take it!" He yells as he shoves his length down my throat as I pound my fists into his unmoving thighs, trying to escape the horrible feeling.

*I bite down on his dick and run out of the living room as I dash up the stairs towards my bedroom. I cry out in pain when I feel an empty beer bottle collide with my shoulder, sending me flying. As I crash into my bedroom door I attempt to crawl into it and shut the door but it isn't long before he slams it open and starts to undo his belt buckle again. I flinch when he traces his finger on my face, but soon cry out when he slaps the belt across my cheek.

He strikes me again and again, each blow causing my face to feel as if it were on fire. After a few more hits with the belt he decides to use his hand and grope my chest, I attempt to drag his hand away with my cut up likely broken right hand, which only angers him more. Furious, he picks up the belt and starts to hit me along the face again. In his drunken haze he misses and hits me in the forehead with the belt buckle, right along my cranium.

That's when my world goes black.