Impostor Syndrome

Rabbit

TW: Depictions of an abusive relationship.

I hummed to myself as I stroked her hair. It was so much shorter than I liked it, but it would have to do for now. It grew in so fast, anyway. After only two weeks, the bald sides of her head had grown nearly a centimeter. The center of the god awful mohawk was kept just long enough to lay over one side and cover the shorter patch. It would be pretty cute once the rest of her hair caught up.

Maybe I should have her keep it short?

She sighed in her sleep and rolled to face away from me. She took most of the blankets with her. "Andi, Andi, Andi." I sighed. "What am I supposed to do with you, my little rabbit?"

I ran my fingers over the disgusting scars on the back of her neck. I had always hated her piercings. The ones in her cheek and bridge were probably the worse. Not that it mattered now. I had complete control over what she could look like. What she wanted to look like.

I smirked.

She groaned. Her hands clutched the blanket. I tried to make some soothing sounds and comfort her. Instead of thanking me, she jerked away from me. She took the blankets with her, clutching them to her chest as she sprang out of bed. Her eyes were wild and frantic as she took in the room, then landed on my face.

"Where the hell am I? Where is my crew?"

I tsked and shook my head. "Ah, you forgot your pills last night, didn't you? That's fine. I'll let you take them now."

Her eyes narrowed. "Excuse me? Pills?" She edged closer to the door. "The only one qualified to give me pills is my captain, and since I don't see him..." She made to bolt. She was much faster these days.

I actually had to make an effort to catch her. I made it to the door before her and leaned against it. I caught her wrist in my hand and slammed it into the wall, and held it there. "Honey bunny, I said 'take your pills'."

"You don't get. To call me that." She swallowed hard. I liked it when she played tough.

I jerked her to my chest. I could feel her heartbeat. "I don't think that's your call." I reached for her chin with my other hand. She caught my wrist and moved my hand. Her teeth sank into the cushion of my thumb and held. I yelled and tried to free myself, but she ripped her hand out of mine and forced it against the wall.

"Buck ju bane!" She growled. My blood oozed from between her teeth.

I was too shocked at the sight to act rationally. I headbutted her. She whimpered, but did not let go. Instead, her teeth sank father into my flesh. I screamed. I got my hand free of the wall and punched her in the side of the face. It wasn't my intention; it just sort of happened by natural consequences of her actions.

She growled at me. Wordless. Wrathful. Her hand darted towards my face. Her thumb barely missed my eye. She slapped me again. Her nail scraped my eyelashes.

"Let me go you bitch!"

I grappled her hands in one of mine. The other wrapped around her throat. I shook her until she was forced to let go of me. But as soon as my grip relaxed, she lunged again. "I am not a lamp!" Her head narrowly missed breaking my nose. As it was, I'd have a black eye.

"Rabbits don't roar!" I threw her down onto the bed. I heard her back pop. She bounced with a yelp. I dove on top of her, pinning her flailing extremities under me. "They're supposed to run, then submit to the lion like the prey they are." I shoved my other thumb between her gnashing teeth and forced it back until she gagged. I reached blindly behind me to the drawer beside the bed. She screamed and twisted and cried.