{"sf1_id":1320297,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Easter Napper","author":"Lemniscate","words":8902,"posted_at":"2018-04-01T05:38:00.000Z","tags":["Abduction","Adult/cub","Ball gag","Beaver","Blade","Blindfold","Blood","Blow Job","Blowjob","Bunny","Bunny rabbit","Character Development","Chest","Childish","Clothed sex","Cock","Crime","Cub","Cubs","Cum","Cum Swallowing","Cunnilingus","Death","Dick","Drugging","Duct Tape","Easter","Easter Bunny","Ejaculate","Ejaculation","Erect nipple","Erection","Fellatio","Female","Female Ejaculation","Female orgasm","Females","Flat Chested","Flatchested","Foreplay","French Kiss","French Kissing","Gagging","Girl","Groping","Humping","Hybrid","Insanity","Insertion","Kidnapping","Kissing","Lagomorph","Licking","M/F","Male","Male/Female","Mink","Missionary","Missionary position","Murder","NC","Nipples","Nude","Nudity","Oral","Oral Sex","Orgasm","Otter","Pain","Pantyless","Penetration","Penis","Pussy","Pussy eating","Pussy juices","Pussy licking","Rabbit","Rape","Sex","Sex toy","Sex toys","Sexual intercourse","Sexy","Small penis","Snuff","Spread Legs","Spreading","Spreading legs","Stalking","Stockings","Tight Clothing","Torture","Tying","Underage","Underaged","Urine","Vagina","Vaginal","Vaginal fluid","Vaginal fluids","Vaginal insertion","Vaginal penetration","Vaginal secretions","Vibrator","Violence","Young","Young girl","binding","bj","bleeding","bloody","bows","cock sucking","cum in mouth","cum in pussy","cum inside","dick sucking","drug","drugged","feces","flat chest","girl on top","girls","killing","leotard","nipple","noncon","pussy juice","razor","restraining","restraint","ribbons","rope","rubbing","semen","smegma","spread","stroking","suckling","touching"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1320297-easter-napper","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/1320297","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=1320297\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"Trinity wanted to be the hero of her own story for once.\nShe's going to make sure everyone has a Happy Easter!\nFinished reading? 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If there were any strong interpretations or connections that this submission made with you, please identify them and explain what led you to them.","content":"The ticking and tocking of the little silver clock on the wall kept her thoughts in pace.\n\n \n\nOccasionally, the box in the corner of the room, beneath the high window, would squeak and squeal with interference as another dispatch was eavesdropped upon; but, ultimately, ignored.\n\n \n\nThe fan overhead had a steady rhythm as it wobbled, its bulbs nudging from side to side. Every now and again, the corner of one of the several pieces of paper tacked onto the cork-wood board would crinkle as the draft lifted it.\n\n \n\nOn the board was a map of the city. Several pins had been stabbed into it, six of them with a pink string of yarn dangling down about an inch. Those six were all within a few parks.\n\n \n\nIn permanent marker, they were numbered on the map near where the pin punctured the glossy paper: _Deborah, Susan B., Cassie, Susan F., Olivia,_ and _Rachel_.\n\n \n\nThere were other pins, with other notations. _Sight 1, Sight 2, Sight 3, Hang 1, Hang 2, Work,_ and, finally, _Home_.\n\n \n\nOn the desk that was a few feet from the map, were several papers. Notes were scribbled on them, in a bubbly cursive and in various colors of gel-pen ink.\n\n \n\n_Sight 1: Oct. 3rd. Spotted at bridge between Susan B. and Olivia. Stayed there for thirty minutes, taking pictures. Ate a sandwich he had brought. Did not talk to anyone who passed by._\n\n \n\n_Sight 2: Nov. 9th. Spotted in Withering Talls Park, new location; possibly scouting next victim. Recognized by jacket, shoes. Took pictures for 2 hrs, mostly of the girls playing in snow. Had my ears back in my coat and scarf on so he wouldn't notice me._\n\n \n\n_Sight 3: Feb. 17th. Back at Sunnydew Park, where first happened. Was spending day with Rachel and other friends. Played hide-and-seek. She got found._\n\n \n\n_Hang 1: Coffeee Shop on Thursdays. Spends evening talking with looks like a friend or coworker._\n\n \n\n_Hang 2: Library on Saturday morning. Reads to the kids. Showered and cleaned._\n\n \n\n_Work: Checkout at grocery store, irregular schedule._\n\n \n\nAlso on the desk were several pictures. Many of them were blurry, but in several there was a clear picture of a short and stocky beaver. He had on neon-green shoes, and wore a hooded football jacket.\n\n \n\nAround the map were newspaper clippings. Several of them had _Easter Napper_ within the headline. Such was the name of this gentleman, or as the media knew him. Short for the _Easter Bunny Kidnapper_, which itself was a sick title that only the congealed scum of the media could coin, as if reveling in their wittiness.\n\n \n\nSo called not because of anything specifically to do with the holiday. The term was thought up by some sick bastard as soon as the third girl had been taken and the pattern recognized: little bunny girls were disappearing.\n\n \n\nTheir pictures were pinned deliberately uncluttered on a separate, smaller cork-board. They were aged four to eight. All of them female, and all of them lapin. Five of them were smudgy and unsaturated, save for the slight tinge of that day's dye in the newspaper's vegetable-oil-base ink.\n\n \n\nOnly one picture was in color. She was an eight-year-old rabbit, smiling at the camera with a pretty blue backdrop behind her. Though in color, her fur was mostly black. Her hair was white, but she often dyed it, and when this picture was taken it was with strands of pink. She was also blessed with an adorably cute, little, heart-shaped, red nose that often wiggled above her cheerful smile.\n\n \n\nMindfully, her picture was touched. The pads of the fingertips brushed over the smiling face.\n\n \n\nParting from the pictures, her soft footfalls went to the desk. She looked at the map, blinking as she leveled her gaze at the pin marked _Home_.\n\n \n\nThere were a few circles drawn in various colors. The pin was just shy of the center, offset by the playground site that the third girl was taken from.\n\n \n\nA red line was drawn from the pin. It followed the street, and then went orange as it went along the streets. The orange line turned back to red as a spot was circled, labeled with _Bus 44_\n\n \n\nWith a glance at the clock, a collecting sigh drifted into the room. There was a rustle, and a thump, as a purple backpack was lifted from the floor and set upon the desk. The zipper growled as it was opened, and the contents inside were taken out. A piece of paper from the pile on the desk was taken, set down, and gazed at. The items were put back into the backpack, and a third check-mark was added to each line on the paper.\n\n \n\nThe backpack was zipped up once again, and hefted onto a shoulder. The soft footfalls carried toward the door, which opened with a creak.\n\n \n\nThe radio squawked again, and a gaze was caste back into the room. There was a condescending snicker. Then, one final gaze at the little smiling rabbits, notably the one with pink stripes in her hair.\n\n \n\n\"Sorry you had to wait,\" the soft voice said, though it lacked any real sympathy. \"But, it was just too perfect to not let it play out this way.\"\n\n \n\nThe door was shut, and against it the calendar bounced from the gentle swing. On it, _Easter Sunday_ was circled in red, and there were _X_es up until the day before.\n\n \n\nThe soft footfalls carried down the hall, passing an open door.\n\n \n\nInside the room, a preteen otter was laying upon her bed, reading a girly magazine. She looked up, and gave a smile. \"Hope everything goes well,\" she bid.\n\n \n\n\"It will,\" said the younger rabbit, with a confident grin. \"In fact, I'm sure I'll be back in time to scarf down your potato salad. Then, I'll be looking forward to scarfing down your pie.\" She winked.\n\n \n\nThe otter went red, and hid behind her magazine. \"Go do your thing,\" she mumbled.\n\n \n\nWith a giggle, bunny skipped down the stairs.\n\n \n\nA gaudy laugh from a soap opera caught her ears. She turned into the den, and saw the tips of two white ears sticking up from the lounge chair. She skipped into the room.\n\n \n\nWhen the mink heard her enter, he reached for the remote and muted the TV. His chair squeaked as he dropped the footrest, allowing her to stand close to his knees.\n\n \n\n\"Mmm... So... Is time, no?\" He asked, noticing her backpack.\n\n \n\n_Sì, papa_,\" she answered.\n\n \n\nHe patted his lap, and caught her as she climbed up. He slipped his hands around her, beneath the backpack against her back. \"Have a nice time, _mia tesero_,\" he said. \"I eh... Always get just a little _nervoso_ when you eh... Spend the night at a eh... _Casa de amici_.\"\n\n \n\n\"I don't,\" she replied, wiggling excitedly. \"I have fun every time.\"\n\n \n\nHe chuckled, patting her side.\n\n \n\nShe leaned in, giving him a deep kiss on his lips. Just when he started to slip his tongue into her muzzle, she pulled away. \"Ah-ah-ah,\" she leaned away, and pressed a finger to his nose. \"Not till after work, daddy,\" she teased, and wriggled again in his lap. Her lids lowered and she smirked, when she wriggled on something stiff and warm. \"Okay, better head out before I miss the bus,\" she said, slipping off his lap.\n\n \n\n\"Will pick you up in morning. Have nice time,\" he bid.\n\n \n\n\"Oh, I will,\" she replied, skipping to the shoe holder to slip on her sandals. \"I most certainly will...\"\n\n \n\nThe door shut, and he sighed, turning the sound back on the TV. \"_Eccola che inizia,_\" he muttered to himself, popping the footrest back up.\n\n \n\nThe rabbit trotted down the sidewalk, sandals patting the cement with each step. It was a breezy day, which kept it cool despite the sun's merciless assault. The breezes ruffled the hem of her peach-orange shirt, which she tucked a tuft of into the waistband of her green gym-shorts.\n\n \n\nNeighborhood boys were skateboarding around. They paid her no attention. She listened to their boasting and the grinding of the wheels upon the asphalt as they tried to do tricks, to varying degrees of failure.\n\n \n\nShe arrived at the edge of the neighborhood soon enough. The bench that marked the bus-stop was empty; no one was busy this quiet, late-afternoon. She set her backpack down upon it, and unzipped the front pocket, pulling out some coins.\n\n \n\nA few cars rolled by. She could tell which ones intended to turn and which ones didn't based on how slow they were going, except for one she recognized. He was a speed-demon, an old man that treated his Volkswagen like a Power-Wheels.\n\n \n\nHer ears picked up the tell-tail growling of the engine long before the bus rolled up.\n\n \n\nIt slogged along toward her, like Eeyore through mud. To the driver's credit, they actually managed to stop with the door right in front of her; normally they were just-shy or over-eager.\n\n \n\nThe doors opened, revealing a driver she had never seen before.\n\n \n\nAll the better.\n\n \n\nShe snatched her backpack, carrying it over one shoulder, and stepped onto the bus. She slipped the coins into the slot, listening to them _katchekerplink_ into the register.\n\n \n\nHer fair payed, she wandered to one of the seats on the side, toward the back.\n\n \n\nThe only other occupants of the bus were two ladies, sitting together in one of the seats that faced toward the front of the bus, diagonal from the rabbit.\n\n \n\nShe heard the doe and chipmunk gossiping, and then they brought her up in their conversation. She waited a moment longer, before glancing to them.\n\n \n\nThey paused in their chatter, and looked at her.\n\n \n\n\"Sweetie?\" The doe called out. \"Where are your parents?\"\n\n \n\n\"_Non se cogna ficannaso?_\"\n\n \n\nThey exchanged glances. \"Um...\" The chipmunk started to speak slowly, obviously taking up quite a lot of her will to do so. \"Do... You... Speak... English?\"\n\n \n\n\"_Ti fai mai zitto?_\"\n\n \n\nThey looked at each other again. This time, the doe spoke. \"_No... Hayblo... Espaynole,_\" she said.\n\n \n\n\"_Pero, no estabo hablando español. Fregón perras._\" She went back to looking out the window.\n\n \n\n\"Oh... I hope she's careful, poor dear.\"\n\n \n\n\"For real! She probably has _no clue_ there's a sick monster out to get girls like her. Plus, with her pattern, what is that maybe half German Shepard?\"\n\n \n\n\"Looks like it to me, I see where you're going. Whatever she was speaking, it sounded European, for sure. Beautiful button like her that can't speak English?\"\n\n \n\nShe was about to think a little less harshly of them, but that compliment wasn't enough to offset the stupidity that came right after it.\n\n \n\n\"I'm sure she'll be fine,\" the doe said with a nod. \"He hasn't gotten his grubby hands on anyone since January. They might have even caught him; wouldn't that be nice to see in the paper tomorrow?\"\n\n \n\n\"Would certainly be a blessing. But, I see where you're going with it. _Easter Bunny Napper Gets Nabbed By Easter Bunny_.\"\n\n \n\nThe doe giggled, pulling on the string to let the driver know their stop was up. \"You should write for the paper,\" she told her friend, as the bus stopped and they stood, starting to shuffle off.\n\n \n\nThankfully, no one else came on. It was just her and the bus driver; and he didn't seem too concerned about her well-being. He was just a bus-driver, his duty to get her wherever she planned to go.\n\n \n\nHe even turned the radio on.\n\n \n\nShe watched the trees and mailboxes scroll by, tapping her foot to the rhythm of the rap. She recognized the landmarks of her stop, the image of her map in her mind. She casually reached up, and gave two tugs on the little white cord.\n\n \n\nA moment later, the bus slowed and idled at a lonely looking signpost at the edge of a lot with a drab-gray office building.\n\n \n\nShe stood, securing the thong of her right sandal back between her toes, and started to head off the bus.\n\n \n\n\"_Buona Pasqua_,\" the driver bid, just as the girl was about to step out the door.\n\n \n\nShe looked back in surprise, then smiled. \"_Anch tu_,\" she bid, and stepped onto the sidewalk.\n\n \n\nShe waited for the bus to sputter off out of ear-shot, before walking, pretending she was looking for something in her backpack. Then, she slung it over both shoulders, and began walking down the sidewalk.\n\n \n\nShe put herself as a dot on the map. She followed the red line in her mind. It was an oddly placed house, huddled away in the back corner of a few business lots.\n\n \n\nIt was an old-looking house; but not terribly worn-down. The blue paint had been blanched by the sun. The shutters on the front of the windows were mismatched, one of them evidently a replacement. The shingles were a bit ruddy, and the gutters were absolutely full of leaves. The lawn was overgrown, tall grass and weeds aplenty.\n\n \n\nSuch was the house of a seventy-year-old gopher.\n\n \n\nExcept not.\n\n \n\nShe half-wondered if the Easter Napper had offed the old coot himself. Or maybe there was actually an elderly soul in there, senile and demented. How delightfully unfortunate it would be if he came across the girls, and thought to help them, but by the time he got to the phone he forgot why he was there.\n\n \n\nShe dashed to the fence, and peeked at the house, out of vantage from the windows. Somewhere in that little house were six--possibly fewer--little rabbit girls, no older than she. Hopefully he was home; there was a chance he would be at work, but not usually on Saturdays.\n\n \n\nShe snuck around the fence, behind the house. Setting her backpack down, she unzipped it, and pulled out a towel. She laid the towel upon the leaf-covered grass, and stepped upon it.\n\n \n\nShe stripped off her shirt and shorts, revealing a purple leotard that was tight and snug against her body. Stuffing her clothes into her backpack, she then pulled out a pair of knee-high black stockings that, when stretched taught along her leg, were slightly see-through.\n\n \n\nShe pulled out a plastic grocery bag, untying it quietly. Inside were a pair of red, sequined dance-slippers. She wrapped her sandals back in the bag, and found a spot for them back inside her backpack.\n\n \n\nShe unzipped a side pocket, and pulled out her accessories. She tied a purple bow around the base of each ear, and a reserve one around the base of her tail--just in case. Then, she tied a pastel-pink bow-tie around her neck. It clashed a bit with her color-scheme, but it was all she had.\n\n \n\nA bottle of light-amber liquid was retrieved from the same pocket. Vanilla-scented perfume. She spritzed it on her neck, her wrists, and peeled the crotch of her leotard aside to get it on her mound.\n\n \n\nShe put it back in its pocket, and stepped off the towel. Now that she wouldn't get any debris clinging to her stockings, she rolled it up and stuffed it into her backpack. She walked her backpack toward a large tree a few feet away. Its trunk was thick, and even had a bit of a recess on the opposite side that her backpack fit nicely into.\n\n \n\nFinally, she went into her pack one last time to pull out a few pamphlets she had made at the library. Annoyingly, that was the most work she had to put into this whole thing, and they would be discarded rather quickly.\n\n \n\nShe popped her fingers, and her neck. She did some last-minute stretches. Not to work through any nerves or tension; just to make sure she was ready to endure what was to come.\n\n \n\nShe snuck along the fence again, careful not to snag her stockings on anything. She reached the edge, and carefully stepped back far enough to be out of vantage of the window. Then she skipped forward.\n\n \n\nShe skipped along the sidewalk, and turned toward the house. Making like she was checking herself over, she then trotted up the walkway toward the door. The porch had several cobwebs in the corners, and a few withering plants in pots along the slab foundation.\n\n \n\nShe rang the doorbell.\n\n \n\nAfter waiting a moment without any activity, she rang the doorbell several more times in rapid succession.\n\n \n\nFrom inside, she hard: \"I'm comin', I'm comin'!\" Then, the door opened.\n\n \n\n\"Hello!\" She waved, smiling at the beaver.\n\n \n\nHe was only a foot taller than she, a little guy, and had quite a beer-belly. He was currently wearing a stained wife-beater and a pair of dingy, gray, sweatpants that were loose. They slipped down on the right side of his hip, showing off the waistline of his underwear.\n\n \n\n\"Whatchoo want?\" He asked with a gravely voice, almost like he had just been woken up from a snooze.\n\n \n\n\"Good afternoon!\" She said with a slight curtsy, \"My name is Trinity, and I'm here to tell you that my church is holding a Passion Play, and afterwards they are going to have an egg-hunt. Would you like to sponsor me?\" She held up a pamphlet, and he took it; she noticed that he reached for it with his left hand. \"You can sponsor me for one, three, five, or however many dollars you want to per egg I find. All the money goes to the church's Sunday School program, in order to purchase supplies and materials to help us learn about our Lord and Savior.\"\n\n \n\nThe beaver squinted as he looked at the pamphlet. \"The hell are you doing out here, girl? And what's you wearing?\"\n\n \n\n\"Oh, this?\" She spread her arms and looked down at herself. \"This is just a little costume I threw together. And, uh... Well, I actually got a little lost. I have no clue where I am!\" She looked behind her. \"Could I come in and maybe call my mommy?\"\n\n \n\nThe beaver looked at the pamphlet, and tapped it on his hand. \"Hm... Yeah... Why don't you come inside. Maybe before we call your momma, you wanna hear a story from my dad? He's kinda old, but he likes to tell stories to kids.\"\n\n \n\n\"Oh,\" she clasped her hands to her chest. \"I'd love to meet him! I admire the elderly so much, they're so wise, and have such good stories to tell.\"\n\n \n\n\"Sure, sure, c'mon in,\" he ushered.\n\n \n\nShe skipped inside, and the front door squeaked shut.\n\n \n\nIt was fairly dim inside. Only a few dull bulbs lit the rooms. \"It's so dark,\" she remarked, stepping into the living room.\n\n \n\n\"He has trouble with bright lights,\" the beaver explained. \"Why don't you sit on the couch. Can I get you some water? Or maybe some juice?\"\n\n \n\n\"Juice would be super!\" She said, and then covered her muzzle. \"Oh, I'm sorry,\" she whispered. \"I should be quiet, huh?\"\n\n \n\n\"He'd appreciate it,\" the beaver nodded.\n\n \n\nShe took her seat at the couch. It smelled of crumbs and spills, likely where he ate all his greasy meals. There was also an ash tray on the table beside her, with several cigarette butts in it. The stench of the smoke was low-quality, like asphalt. Nothing like the cigars her father occasionally partook in.\n\n \n\nThe lamp on the table with the tray was actually one stuck in a potted plant. She touched the pole, and the lamp went brighter. She touched it again to make it go brighter still, and then again to turn it off. With another touch, it went back to dim.\n\n \n\nShe was fairly certain there was no oldie moldy in the house. Now that she thought about it, it was probably a fake identity. She looked him up but didn't see him in the sex offender registry.\n\n \n\nShe admired that about him. He was keeping a low profile. She traced back possibly seven years, across thirteen states. For a few months at a time, bunny girls went missing.\n\n \n\nHe had slipped, though. Got too confident; too cozy with his routine. This was his longest stint with his shortest break, and the media happened to be astute.\n\n \n\n\"Hope you're okay with grape juice, all I got,\" he muttered, shuffling back into the room.\n\n \n\n\"I love grape juice,\" she said with a smile, accepting the glass. She noted again that it was held in his left hand. She then took a sip. \"Where is the old storyteller?\" She asked.\n\n \n\n\"Lemme check on 'im. You drink up, okay?\"\n\n \n\n\"Uh-huh,\" she nodded, holding the glass in both hands.\n\n \n\nHe went off back down the hall.\n\n \n\nShe listened, making sure he was actually heading off farther than just a few steps into the hallway; he did. He was likely off getting some things prepared for her.\n\n \n\nShe drizzled the grape juice into the potted lamp, leaving only a small gulp at the bottom of the glass. Grape juice was often used to disguise the taste of medicine. It was a powerful taste, intended to overwhelm any other kind of drug that was mixed in with it.\n\n \n\nShe listened for his footsteps, and used them to get the barest sense of the layout beyond the room. She gleaned from them that he had come up a flight of stairs, walked a few steps down a hall, turned, and came down the main hall to the room she was in.\n\n \n\n\"He's still waking up,\" the beaver told her. \"If you wanted to wait just a bit, he should come hobblin' out here any minute.\"\n\n \n\n\"Oh, sure, I can wait,\" she smiled, taking the glass and sipping the last bit of grape juice. \"This was yummy, better than the grape juice I have at home.\"\n\n \n\n\"That's cuz I put a little more sugar in it, just for you,\" he said with a greasy grin.\n\n \n\nShe giggled, and then made a show of a large yawn. \"Hhhhhhooooooooaaaaah!\" She smacked her lips. \"Mmmh...\" She slowly blinked. \"Speaking of sleepy...\" She mumbled, curling her legs up onto the couch. \"It's so nice and dark in here... Think I'll just... Close my...\"\n\n \n\nHer head gently thumped upon the armrest, and her breathing slowed.\n\n \n\nShe heard the beaver's muzzle wetly swallow, like a dog slavering over a steak.\n\n \n\n\"Nightie-night, little princess,\" he bid, with as much charm as a pile of rocks could muster. He stepped up to the couch, and lifted her, draping her over his shoulder, her rump facing forward. He nuzzled her bare hip, giving it a kiss. \"You're the sexiest little thing I've ever seen. Sure as hell came from a church,\" he chuckled, opening the door to his basement. \"An angel from heaven at my doorstep.\"\n\n \n\nShe floated above, like a ghost. Willingly detached from herself, she watched as if it was another girl he had in his clutches.\n\n \n\nHe carried her down the steps.\n\n \n\nAs soon as the door had opened, her ears picked up the sound of soft buzzing. It was familiar to her; she knew exactly what it was. There was also a foul stink in the air, of dried piss and excrement.\n\n \n\nSophia was not going to enjoy giving her a bath after this one.\n\n \n\nShe was lowered, set down on the cold, hard floor. Right away, her hands were seized, and he began tying them together at the small of her back with a rope. They were tied tightly, barely loose enough that circulation would go through.\n\n \n\nThen, her muzzle was opened, and a gag-ball was stuffed in. Thankfully, it was a special kind, with holes in it that her bucked teeth could fit into, and that she could breathe through. There was the sound of duct tape peeling from the reel, and it was wrapped about her muzzle, clenching it down onto the gag.\n\n \n\nFinally, he tied something about her eyes as a blindfold. Maybe a sock. Maybe a washcloth. Whatever he could find, probably. Once she was safely secured, he left her.\n\n \n\n\"You done, yet?\" He growled.\n\n \n\nThere was a whimper, and then a sloppy, gushing, dribbling noise.\n\n \n\n\"Damn. For a rabbit you sure have the runs. Need to eat more fiber. Get off, you're done.\"\n\n \n\nThere was a grunt. Then, there were several muffled whimpers.\n\n \n\n\"Well if you wouldn't clench so hard when I fucked it, you wouldn't be so sore.\" He scolded her. \"But then it wouldn't feel as goooooood,\" he growled, with a sultry, savoring inflection.\n\n \n\nShe heard more whimpering, and then another couple of hums were added to the ones already buzzing within the room.\n\n \n\n\"Well little ladies, you have a new friend. I'm back up to six, which means the rest of you get an extra day off. In fact...\"\n\n \n\nShe heard him stepping over to her.\n\n \n\n\"I plan on her being my little Easter Bunny. She's all dressed up for the part, too.\"\n\n \n\nShe felt his hand brushing over her chest, and down her tummy.\n\n \n\n\"She's got such a cute little leo on, and... What's this?\"\n\n \n\nShe had to resist the urge to spread her legs when the crotch was pulled aside.\n\n \n\n\"Horny little slut's not even wearing undies. All you rabbits are the same. Why I love you bunnies so damn much.\"\n\n \n\nOne of the vibrating eggs was popped into her vagina.\n\n \n\n\"Deep down, you're all just little sluts, beggin' to get fucked. She's even getting wet right now, little whore.\"\n\n \n\nFor a second, she had thought her cover blown. But, he evidently was strong in his own beliefs.\n\n \n\n\"No hymen,\" he observed. \"Probably cuz she tore it doing all those splits in this tight little thing. Should have her give me a performance.\" He chuckled to himself.\n\n \n\nShe exhaled softly as another egg was dryly pushed into her rectum. While the burning faded, her thighs were tied together, the slack of the rope fastened about her ankles.\n\n \n\nThen, the vibrators were both ignited, sent buzzing in her holes. The tone joined with the rest of the choir.\n\n \n\n\"You girls give her a warm, wet welcome.\" He told them, clattering the handle of the bucket that was likely their toilet. \"Get her all warmed up for me.\"\n\n \n\nHis footsteps carried up the stairs. The door was shut, and there was a solid thud as a deadbolt was set.\n\n \n\nFor several moments, there was only the sounds of buzzing, and labored breathing. There was an occasional rustle as one of the girls rolled over or squirmed.\n\n \n\nThen, someone started to moan.\n\n \n\nIt was soft, and reluctant. There was bitterness; an attempt to hold it back. Then another happened. Though muffled, it was an earnest betrayal of her feelings.\n\n \n\nAfter a few more moans, the voice was recognized. It was most certainly Rachel, the most recent victim.\n\n \n\nThe rabbit that pretended to be out cold from her drugged drink began to seethe.\n\n \n\nShe was embarrassed.\n\n \n\nThey had all decided to go to the park. One last run through the snow before spring came and melted it all away.\n\n \n\nShe only went because her father reminded her she had to do something every once in a while to blend in. The other parents started to gossip if she and her sister declined too many invitations in a row.\n\n \n\nHe hadn't struck for a while. The fear was not as strong.\n\n \n\nThen, Rachel disappeared during their little game of hide-and-seek. The others thought she went home. She was one to throw fits and quit the activity before it was done, and she was a bit flustered she didn't get to be _it_.\n\n \n\nHe was there. He was somewhere there that day, and he had taken Rachel instead of her.\n\n \n\nThe idiot.\n\n \n\nSo she had to go through all of this trouble.\n\n \n\nGet the outfit together.\n\n \n\nFind out where he lived.\n\n \n\nCome up with the pamphlets and the excuse.\n\n \n\nAll to do his work for him; show up at his door because apparently_she_ of all the rabbit girls had a hard time getting abducted by him.\n\n \n\nShe practically had to beg him to do it.\n\n \n\nWhat did Rachel have that she didn't, that day?\n\n \n\nWell fuck her, now--figuratively, he already had literally, probably a bunch--because now _she_ was there, and he had seen her light.\n\n \n\nRachel came.\n\n \n\nIt sounded painful. Maybe it was, for all she knew. It turned her on even more. She could hear the despair in her climactic howls, the slight sobbing that accented each moan as sour pleasure leaked from her pussy.\n\n \n\nHer mind wanted none of it, but her body responded to the stimuli as it was designed to do.\n\n \n\nAnother girl then burst into commotion.\n\n \n\nShe started to thrash and wail. A mental breakdown, likely triggered by the sounds of Rachel forced to her peak.\n\n \n\nWhich of the girls was it, she wondered?\n\n \n\nNot the one that was currently panicking: the one that hadn't made it this far.\n\n \n\nShe distinctly heard him say he was _back up to six_.\n\n \n\nOne unlucky one had either succumbed to the darkness, or he had an oopsie. Didn't seem like he intended to kill them, unless maybe he did if he got bored of them or they broke.\n\n \n\nDiscarding them like old toys.\n\n \n\nHe seemed to want a girl to fuck every day of the week; maybe even more than one. That showed some amount of forethought. He wasn't that mindless of an oaf; if he wanted the good times to roll he had to take _some_ care of them.\n\n \n\nNot great care, by the sounds of it. Likely could barely take care of himself, let alone one other little girl.\n\n \n\nAnother one got set off.\n\n \n\nBehind the blindfold, she rolled her eyes.\n\n \n\nSuch saps. They played right into his hand; he enjoyed this. Probably listened to it through the door.\n\n \n\nOne of the panicking girls started to near her. She used the generous leverage he had given her despite her bonds to turn about like a clock's hands, so that her feet pointed toward the writhing girl.\n\n \n\nWhen she got near, she was kicked.\n\n \n\nThat seemed to make her bottle it up again. Likely closed off and shut down, going back into her _happy place_.\n\n \n\nThe other one eventually fizzled into pathetic sobs.\n\n \n\nBoo-hoo blubbered the bunny.\n\n \n\nShe decided to recede, too. Keep from getting bored. She dove into another world, for a time. Like diving into a pool; even though she didn't like to swim.\n\n \n\nA thud snapped her out of it, and sent her heart racing with excitement.\n\n \n\n\"Hush,\" the beaver barked, for one of the girls was sobbing. There was a fleshy smack and a muffled yelp, the girl kicked.\n\n \n\nShe heard the footfalls approach her, and slowed her breathing.\n\n \n\n\"All right my little Easter Bunny,\" he said, his mouth sounding wet as a frothing dog. \"It's time for me to hunt for your eggs...\"\n\n \n\nShe was lifted by his meatloaf hands. They were sweaty and smelled of onions. He carried her like a princess, to his credit, up the basement steps.\n\n \n\nShe could see the layout from before in her mind. They turned right, and headed down another hall, then turned left. A door squeaked shut; she felt the gentle draft as it closed.\n\n \n\nThen she was dropped onto a bed.\n\n \n\nThe mattress smelled musty. It hadn't been washed in weeks, maybe months. He likely didn't bother. He probably loved to sleep in his deed mixed with their unwilled gushes. Marinading like a plump turkey.\n\n \n\n\"Gonna warm up a little bit, first,\" he said, with a heavy breath.\n\n \n\nHer head was held, and the fingers of his other hand peeled the tape off of her slowly.\n\n \n\nIt stung when it started pulling tufts of fur out. Not even she could restrain the grunts of pain completely.\n\n \n\n\"Now listen here you little fuckhole,\" he snarled, squeezing her muzzle tightly shut. \"If you nick me with those bucked teeth of yours, even on accident, then I'm gonna pull 'em out. Or, if you try any bright ideas you think you have, well...\"\n\n \n\nHis hold around her head tightened, enough to make her see red against the darkness of her blindfold.\n\n \n\n\"Then I snap your neck, like I had to with the other one.\" He eased the grip. \"You don't talk, or make a sound louder than a moan. No point, anyway; the room is proofed, and no one's around to hear it. So you just be a good little girl and please daddy.\"\n\n \n\nWith that, the gag was tugged out.\n\n \n\nBefore she could even take in a full breath, his penis replaced it.\n\n \n\n\"Suck on it.\"\n\n \n\nIt was floppy, still.\n\n \n\nShe had to fight her instincts. She didn't want to show her hand of experience; she had to play the part. She was an innocent, pure little girl who was just now getting violated.\n\n \n\nShe squeaked and gagged.\n\n \n\n\"I said suck on it!\" He growled. \"Suck on daddy's cock like it's your baby bottle.\"\n\n \n\nShe obliged him.\n\n \n\nHe didn't taste as disgusting as she was preparing herself for. It was a bit oily from his unwashed pubes that tickled her nose. There were a few flecks of smegma that she wound up clearing away. One bit got stuck in her throat, and she had to swallow a couple times to get it down.\n\n \n\nThough her mouth was dry, she did begin to salivate. Her spit soon took over the taste and texture of him, masking it. If even just a little.\n\n \n\nHe started to get hard. He was actually pretty small, even compared to her young muzzle. Even at his full erection, he barely tickled what would have been her gag reflex--if she had one.\n\n \n\nShe had to fake it.\n\n \n\n\"Don' good, baby girl,\" he hummed. \"Give it a moan or two cuz you like it,\" he told her, reaching to grab her under the chin, and feel her throat.\n\n \n\n\"Mmmmh...\" She obliged him.\n\n \n\n\"Yeah... Don't worry, it's big but I know you can handle it, little cocksucker.\"\n\n \n\n\"Mh-hmm...\" She squeaked.\n\n \n\n\"Lick it like a lollipop.\"\n\n \n\nMore like a mini tootsie-roll.\n\n \n\nRegardless, she treated him with her tongue. She pretended to fumble around, rather than going right for the soft spots of every man and boy. She was aware of his heart-rate from his erection, and it was starting to hasten.\n\n \n\nOnce she felt he was getting lost in his pleasures, she started to drop her act and began working him. She was in control, now. She receded on him and suckled near his tip, and when she had him back in, she ran her tongue along the top and around the head, flicking the flange of his glans on either side.\n\n \n\nHe grabbed her by the throat in both hands, and began to muzzlefuck her.\n\n \n\nShe relaxed. Though the other girls likely struggled, feeling threated by his hands about their necks, she had no worry. He was keeping her still, not intending to harm. She just had to let him do his thing, give him a moan every once in a while and suck on him as he drew out.\n\n \n\nShe barely kept herself from laughing as his balls slapped her chin, and when his belly pressed against the bridge of her nose and brow as he leaned over her, working towards his peak.\n\n \n\n\"If you puke you eat it back up,\" he warned amidst his breaths.\n\n \n\nGood. He was interpreting the puffs of air she failed to restrain as retches and gagging. As long as he lived in his happy little world, she just had to wait him out.\n\n \n\nHe started wheezing as he neared his peak. It was so earnest and frantic, small whimpers and groans mixing in. He was really having to struggle. It was almost cute how pathetic he was.\n\n \n\nAt last, with a moan that sounded more like he had just spilled milk all over his macaroni art that his mommy had told him was the best thing she had ever seen, he hit his peak.\n\n \n\nIt trickled out of him like snot from a stuffy nose. It was thin, and watery. Not even that bitter, just salty. Like lukewarm gelatin.\n\n \n\nShe swallowed it. There was nowhere else for it to go and it wasn't like she enjoyed the taste. It came with the territory, was all. She would bear with it, as she always did; it would be worth it.\n\n \n\nHe panted.\n\n \n\nHe sounded exhausted. Wet huffs escaped him like he was breathing through syrup.\n\n \n\nHis noddle went wet almost right after, shriveling up before he pulled it from her mouth. She was gagged again right away, this time without the tape.\n\n \n\nThere was a small clattering as he grabbed for things nearby. A soft flick of flint. The flare and sizzle of paper lighting. He sucked in, and then blew out.\n\n \n\nHis breathing began to relax, like a baby's once suckling on his mother's tit after a tantrum.\n\n \n\nThe smoke was foul. Fresh-laid tar smelled more appealing. But such was her palate, which was treated with the more delectable aromas of cigars.\n\n \n\nThe bed hardly bounced as he sat back upon it.\n\n \n\nShe sensed his hand near, and then his touch was upon her. His stubby fingers rubbed her leotard, wrinkling it beneath their pressure. She was petted, clumsy strokes.\n\n \n\nThen, they went to specific places of indulgence.\n\n \n\nThe straps of her leo were pinched and tugged, teasing the elastic of the fabric that fitted it tightly to her body. Fingertips drifted down the lane of the strap to the torso proper, and began roving over her chest.\n\n \n\nHe sought out the nipples that stood pert amidst the relatively flat contour of her dormant breasts, still years to go before rousing from their slumber.\n\n \n\nHis thumbs pressed them. Rubbed them. Let off and then gently lighted on them to lean them as much as they would in all directions.\n\n \n\nBy now, the cigarette was snuffed, and he was using both hands.\n\n \n\nHe rolled her onto her back. She had to awkwardly fold her feet beneath her rump and widen her knees to be able to lie in a way that was--well, not comfortable at all, but relatively more than not.\n\n \n\n\"Mmmmmm...\" He hummed with delight, lifting her chin up with his knuckles as he gazed over her body. \"You're such a sexy fucking Easter Bunny,\" he complimented, his other hand touching her tummy, seeking every inch of her. He slid down to her crotch, resting a finger over her concealed vulva, that was now somewhat presented since her knees were parted.\n\n \n\nHe felt the vibrations that trembled in her loins from the eggs he'd stuffed in her.\n\n \n\n\"You're a good little slut to wear such a tight outfit,\" he growled, tracing the elastic trim that settled in the crease of her thigh. \"Shows off those fuckholes nice and pretty.\" He slipped his finger into her stocking. \"And these keep me all focused above 'em. Like your legs ain't even there.\"\n\n \n\nShe spasmed, a tickle of delight throbbing between her legs.\n\n \n\n\"You're gettin' me all worked up again, you little whore. You know I can't help it when you get all sexed up for me like that. Guess I'm just gonna have to fuck you. Think I'll even leave it on.\"\n\n \n\nShe let out a whimper, which he no doubt interpreted as fear.\n\n \n\nThe crotch of her leotard was pulled aside, and the warm puffs of his breath tickled her moist, downy fur. She heard the crackle of his spit when he opened his swampy muzzle, slimy slug of a tongue stumbling out to lick her tender petals.\n\n \n\nShe squirmed, still wanting to give him the impression she was the victim. His tongue wormed its way into her, touching the vibrator that stirred her insides. He suckled and slurped, coaxing it to move that way instead of just pulling it out.\n\n \n\nFuck. She was going to have to get daddy to do some of this shit to her. He would most certainly have better skill at it than this grub.\n\n \n\nAt last the vibrator slipped free. Then, her knees were parted wider. The green-bean between his legs butted against her like a blind mouse finding its way back into the hole it chewed. She grunted with frustration, knowing that even when it got the cheese she was still going to be dissatisfied.\n\n \n\nFinally, it found the hole.\n\n \n\nHe let out a cooing moan. \"It's so soft and warm in here. I could die right now and be happy.\"\n\n \n\n_Idiot, don't spoil the plot._\n\n \n\nHe grunted as he landed atop her, his belly molding around her petite form. \"Don't worry, I know it's big but you can take it all. It might hurt a bit, but you're a trooper for daddy. Letting him fuck you when you're all sexy like this.\"\n\n \n\nHe started to hump.\n\n \n\nIf she was any older, this would be like trying to stuff a turkey with an uninflated party balloon. She was getting more excitement from the lack of oxygen she was getting, due to him lying on to p of her like a sunbathing whale.\n\n \n\nHe didn't so much hump as he jiggled inside around her a little bit. He started to wheeze, taking breaks every few moments to catch his breath.\n\n \n\nWhat the hell were the other girls so afraid of? Shame they were probably traumatized from penises by this. The real crime here was how this shitstain ruined their opinion of the penis. If only they had the opportunity to experience what a truly skilled penis could do to their slutty little cunnies and tailholes.\n\n \n\nThey would be melting with pleasure, instead of how she was melting from the grease he sweat on her.\n\n \n\n\"Mmmmmh...\" She groaned.\n\n \n\n\"That's it... C-Cum with daddy,\" he panted, before his hip-shimmying went still and he pressed his gut against her. More little whimpers escaped him as he hit his peak.\n\n \n\nShe had groaned in relief at seeing a light at the end of the tunnel. She was about prepared to dive into another world just to pass the time.\n\n \n\nHis runny semen dribbled into her temple, defiling it.\n\n \n\nShe wasn't looking forward to the yeast infection it was probably going to give her.\n\n \n\nHe shivered above her, trying to draw out the orgasm as long as he could. But at last, it faded, and he went limp atop her.\n\n \n\nHer knees started to burn from the strain. That wouldn't do. He wasn't supposed to be dead weight, yet. She squirmed, trying to wriggle out from under him so that her knees could relax.\n\n \n\nThankfully, he rolled off of her and onto his back. \"Just... Need a nap... Then... I'll fuck that little ass...\"\n\n \n\nShe recovered her breathing, waiting for the sting in her muscles to subside. That had been the real test of her limits, but thankfully she had done enough stretching that she didn't splinter.\n\n \n\nShe waited for several minutes, recovering.\n\n \n\nHe had started to snore.\n\n \n\nIf there was one thing she was thankful of, it was that he had decided to leave her dressed, including her bows. She was also glad she had tied the one around her tail, as it was well within reach of her fingers.\n\n \n\nShe found one of the ends, and pushed her thumb to it. The razor-blade sewn within cut the seam, and slipped out partway. She negotiated it into her hold, and began working it along the ropes.\n\n \n\nThe twine relented easily enough. She had to use the very corner, and kept the sounds of the snapping strands as quiet as she could.\n\n \n\nFirst the strand that linked her wrists and ankles was severed. Then, when her wrists were free enough, she untied herself.\n\n \n\nShe fought her arms' tendency to want to go back to that position. Even with practice, it was still an odd instinct she had to work past; and now, she had to work quickly, but move slowly.\n\n \n\nFree from her bonds, blindfold, and gag, she untied the ribbon from around her tail, coaxing the razor-blade from its compartment. She looked to the beaver, whom had exhausted himself fucking.\n\n \n\nOf course the jerk didn't even cuddle afterwards.\n\n \n\nShe poised, kneeling beside his head. In a flash, she gabbed his chin, lifted it, and the blade dug into his flesh. There was a soft crackle as the cartilage of his trachea was nicked in the process of his jugular and carotid severing.\n\n \n\nHe stirred, and rightfully so, sputtering as pain and warmth burned in his neck. His muzzle was covered, and he opened his eyes to see purple consuming his vision.\n\n \n\nShe straddled his face, the crotch of her leotard pulled aside. She ground against him vigorously, batting off his attempts to get her off. When he got particularly aggressive, her fingers dug into the hole she'd sliced into his neck, and that made him docile again.\n\n \n\nHer breathing went erratic. She only had a few moments left. His body went limp beneath her, and then the last, weak draft of air from his rotten maw drifted up to her.\n\n \n\n\"Ooooooh _daddy!_\" She moaned, her orgasm igniting. She curled around his head, fiercely shuddering. It was so long since she felt this good, she even squirted.\n\n \n\nBut, just like his worthless life, the pleasure faded all too soon.\n\n \n\nShe took only a moment to recover, before rustling to motion.\n\n \n\nShe wiped the blood on her fingers off on her leotard, and pulled the vibrator that was still buzzing in her butt. Aftershocks made her pause as they worked through her sensitive parts.\n\n \n\nShe pulled off her left dance slipper, and pried up the insert. From beneath, she retrieved and unfolded a latex glove. It was turned inside-out, such that when she put it on there were fewer traces of fingerprints.\n\n \n\nNow, she was on the clock.\n\n \n\nShe took off her left stocking, blood stained on the heel and inner-leg. She placed it on his stomach for the time being, and scooted forward on the bed, putting her left dance slipper back on. She set it on the ground, and balanced on the one leg.\n\n \n\nHis clothes were strewn about the floor. She found a pair of his socks, and put them on--they didn't match at all, but for her purposes it didn't matter.\n\n \n\nShe went out into the hallway, walking briskly, and using her gloved hand to touch all things. She found a door that went out to the back, and slipped out.\n\n \n\nIt was dark. She had been there for at least eight hours. Judging by the moon it was solidly between midnight and dawn. Thankfully, he kept the inside of the house dim, so her eyes were well-adjusted to the night lighting.\n\n \n\nShe went to her backpack, and peeled off the rest of her clothes. She compressed them into a zip-lock bag, and then retrieved more, along with several other pairs of gloves, and cloths. She put on her sandals again, just to have something on her feet when walking through the house.\n\n \n\nStill nude, she slipped back in, and made her way back to the bedroom.\n\n \n\nShe began cleaning up the scene, coming up with a little song, to the tune of one for the upcoming holiday, to entertain herself as she did.\n\n \n\n\"_Oh, the Easter Napper is gonna die, today,_\" she sang, plucking her slippers and stocking and putting them in her clothes bag. \"_Better look out, cuz Trinity's comin' your way._\" She used one of the cloths to wipe the beaver's face, cleaning off as much of her fluids as she could, though she would never be able to get it all.\n\n \n\n\"_So update your will and notify all of the news._,\" she began wiping off his genitals. \"_And hope that your end will go smooth._\n\n \n\n\"_The Easter Napper is gonna die, today,_\" she stuffed the cloths in the bag, and then picked up the razor blade that was on the bedsheets. She then held the beaver's chin, and turned him to face her \"_Just for you, I've sharpened up all of my blades._\"\n\n \n\nJust then, his sphincters gave out, and he pissed and shat himself.\n\n \n\nShe giggled, and hopped off the bed.\n\n \n\n\"_You've been takin' little bunnies,_\" she sang, her steps bouncing into the hallway. \"_No doubt fuckin' 'em like mad; Cummed in every hole that they have!_\"\n\n \n\nShe stood before the door that led to the basement, and undid the deadbolt. Her sandals clapped against her heels as she made her way down the steps, guided by the dim, naked bulb that dangled from wires taped to the ceiling.\n\n \n\nThere they were, the five previous victims. Vomit, urine, and feces stained the cement ground where they lay. There were little motes of light as flies were caught buzzing about.\n\n \n\nShe quietly approached one of the girls that was not Rachel--for Rachel was the only one with black fur--and rolled her onto her back.\n\n \n\nShe whimpered, confused and alarmed.\n\n \n\n\"Sh...\" The rabbit whispered, taking the razor blade into her left hand. \"I'm gonna set you free, okay?\"\n\n \n\nAnother confused whimper, but an excited one. She started to grunt and squirm.\n\n \n\n\"Hold still,\" she hissed, pressing the victim's head down.\n\n \n\nThe girl breathed so loudly her nose whistled. Then, she felt a pressure on the left side of her neck. The next second, pain shot through her body, and warmth trickled out onto her shoulder.\n\n \n\nShe cried and squealed, writing about when she was let go.\n\n \n\n\"If you keep still, you'll live a little longer,\" the rabbit whispered, approaching the second girl. She wasted no time, for she was still on the clock, and sliced the girl's neck.\n\n \n\nNow with a duet of cries and screams of pain, she sought to make it a choir. The next victim must have caught on that something wasn't right, she squirmed and struggled against the rabbit's efforts. But all this resulted in was a few mis-cuts, and then the pain convinced her to not move.\n\n \n\nHer blood stained her whit fur so beautifully. If only the light were brighter to see by, and there was time to appreciate it as it spurted from the artery.\n\n \n\nThe fourth was broken. She didn't even seem to register what was going on. She remained catatonic when her neck was cut. She was blessed, for she would have a peaceful ending.\n\n \n\nFinally, came Rachel.\n\n \n\nShe grunted when she was kicked.\n\n \n\n\"This is all your fault, y'know.\"\n\n \n\nThe first girl began to lightly sob, before she went quiet.\n\n \n\n\"Because of you, these girls had to suffer longer. You could have stayed home. Or you coulda left like you usually do. But no, you had to hide, and pick a dumb spot where he could find _you_ instead of _me_.\"\n\n \n\nEven with the blindfold concealing them, the rabbit could see the look of realization come to them.\n\n \n\n\"_The Easter Napper is gonna die, today_,\" she sang, as the next girl bled out. \"_Don't fret gals, cuz Trinity's comin' his way._\" She pried up the blindfold, and let Rachel see. \"_So dry up your tears and let your hearts be soothed._\"\n\n \n\nThe black-furred rabbit's pupil, large and quivering, looked to the girl that she knew.\n\n \n\nTrinity could see her reflection in them. She set the blade against Rachel's neck.\n\n \n\n\"_Cuz someone will come find you soon!_\" She sang, drawing the blade across with the line.\n\n \n\nShe covered Rachel's eyes with the blindfold again, and stood, leaving the girl alone for her last moments of life.\n\n \n\nThe rabbit redid the deadbolt, and went back into the room. Hopefully the blood didn't quite congeal. She cussed when it had, but did her best to coat the razor in it, and then set it down by his left hand.\n\n \n\nShe gathered the blindfold, gag, and vibrators that he had used on her. They would make nice mementos of the occasion; not many left her with some to take home.\n\n \n\nShe went back out into the hall, and made one quick detour back to the living room. She used a cloth to wipe the pole on the plant-lamp, and retrieved the glass that she had gotten her mitts all over. She then scoured around for the trash, to find all the pamphlets she had printed out, accounting for all of them.\n\n \n\nShe slipped out the back into the night once again, and went back to her backpack. She stuffed everything in, and stood up.\n\n \n\nVery quickly, she ran through the checklist a few more times, to make sure she had done everything right and accounted for as much as she could. She couldn't eliminate all evidence, but considering one of the girls wasn't present, they would likely attribute any mysterious fluid or evidence to her.\n\n \n\nThe girl had escaped while he was sleeping. He found out. So he went down to the basement and killed each of his current victims, then went back into his room to kill himself.\n\n \n\nPerfect.\n\n \n\nShe went back into her backpack one last time, and pulled out a pair of sweatpants, long-sleeved shirt, beanie, shoes, and cover to put over her backpack--all black. She would be invisible as she made her way to the nearby rendezvous point, where her daddy was waiting to pick her up and take her back home.\n\n \n\nShe slipped her backpack on, covered it up, and looked back at the house once more. She smiled, and said, before skulking off:\n\n \n\n\"Happy fucking Easter, everybody.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n"}