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Final Assistance - Sarah

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Thunder rumbled in the distance, echoing around the dark street. The rabbit looked at the piece of paper again, verifying this was the right address. The 19 year old white rabbit was standing at the end of the long driveway to what looked like an old cabin out at the edge of town. It was the place she'd been looking for, but now that she was here, she felt nervous. Still, she'd come this far, so she made her way down the driveway to the cabin itself. Trees crowded around and almost obscured the cabin from view, even this close. The darkness of night certainly helped as well. The only sign that there was even house there was a single porch light, buzzing in the darkness.

She walked up to the door and hesitated. This was her last chance to turn back. She steeled herself, and knocked on the door. There was no response. She waited for a minute before knocking again. Still no response. She was about to get very annoyed and start banging when she finally saw the button for the doorbell. She cursed herself for not thinking to look for that first and pushed it. She heard the bell as it rang inside. She also heard movement inside after a moment, heavy foot falls. The door opened a crack and warm light spilled out at her. "Who is it?" The voice was calm and deep, rumbling with a foreign accent. Her immediate thought would have been British, or maybe Australian, but it was actually South African.

"The one who seeks silence." Was her response. It was the code phrase she was given to speak. There was a satisfied grunt in response and the door shut. She heard the latch of a few locks opening and then the door opened more fully for her.

The man stepped to the side and motioned for her to enter. "Come on in, child. Before it starts to rain." He was a tall leopard, towering over her. Granted, at 5'3" she wasn't exactly an imposing figure, but he had to be at least a foot taller, maybe more. Even if she were to stand her ears all the way up, he would still probably be taller by a few inches.

She stepped inside with a nervous smile. "Thank you." The inside of the cabin was quite cozy looking, if a little sparse. Bare wood walls, a single couch against one wall, a cot for a bed, a small rug, a standing cabinet that looked to be for clothing, and that was about it. She didn't even see a bathroom. Must have one of those outhouses or something. "This... seems cozy and all, but this can't be where you-"

He held a hand up. "No. It isn't." He moved past her and knelt down beside the cot. His fingers slipped into a hidden latch and he lifted the door to a hidden set of stairs leading under the cabin. "Ladies first."

She chuckled and shook her head. "Clever." She started down the hidden stairwell. Stone steps led down into a much more expansive underground bunker facility. Unlike the single room upstairs, the bunker below was quite large, with multiple rooms, laid out more like a typical one story house. She saw a living room, a kitchen, a separate bedroom, large bathroom, and another room that looked suspiciously like a medical ward. It was all quite well lit, with warm colors covering most of the walls. It certainly didn't feel like a typical bomb shelter.

He followed her down, and she heard the door close and latch behind him. His own hidden home. He gently pat her shoulder and motioned to one of the plush looking seats in the living room area. "Please, make yourself comfortable, Miss Miltar."

She smiled back at him. "Sarah. You can just call me Sarah." She did move to one of those seats and sit down in it, nearly sinking into the overstuffed cushion.

Gazali "Gaz" Opoffer watched the young rabbit as she made her way into his home. She wore what he'd recommended, a comfortable pair of pants and a t-shirt, a coat thrown over that. Nothing fancy that might stand out to anyone watching her walk to the house. For himself, he was dressed much the same, wearing loose jeans and a faded t-shirt that once was black but was now more of a dull grey. "Very well, Sarah." He took a seat across from her. "Now tell me. Why do you want to die?"

Sarah almost flinched as he just came out and said it. Gaz was in the business of assisted suicide, though the law would only see it as murder, possibly even taking advantage of those in a weakened mental state. He thought of it as helping people move on in a way they chose. Sarah shook her head. "Why do you care?"

He gave her a genuine smile. "I like to learn why my clients hire me. See what their motivations are."

She crossed her arms, resisting answering his question. "But why? I mean... I thought as soon as anyone walked into your house, there was no turning back. That's the deal, right?"

He nodded to her. "That is true. As soon as the hatch is closed your fate is sealed. It does not open how you would think." There was a hidden release in the living room area, not even at the stairs themselves, let alone at the hatch itself. "Don't even ask how, you will not learn." She shook her head. He'd had a few get cold feet and try to bolt before, but he couldn't risk someone turning him in. They knew his face, and where his hidden bunker was, and he couldn't allow anyone to know that and live. It was all part of the contract, and he was very up front about all this before hand. He was starting to get the feeling that this rabbit might be one of those that got cold feet. "If you don't want to tell me, you don't have to."

She shook her head. "No, it's... I just can't deal with... out there anymore, y'know?" She felt stupid saying it. She wasn't sick with some terminal illness, or in an abusive situation with her family, or really even in a bad place financially. "I... I haven't been happy in... a long time." She closed her eyes and just sighed. "My friends... They're not really friends. They just care about who they're fucking or who someone else is fucking, or when they're going to get drunk next. My family doesn't care, either. I mean, I'm sure they love me, but I have 5 younger siblings, so they have all that to deal with..."

He nodded. "You feel like you don't matter." He didn't say it accusingly, if anything it was understanding. Almost apologetic. "You don't fit into a role in society other than just another face in the crowd. That if you disappear, no one will notice." She stared at him in shock. He'd nailed it exactly. "You're not the first to come to me feeling this way. You won't be the last, either." He stood up and moved closer to her, kneeling down beside her. "I'm honored that you'll let me make your end matter. I won't forget you. I promise."

She stared at him, and before she knew what was happening, she had thrown arms around him, clinging to the man old enough to be her father and sobbing into his chest. He put one arm around her to hold her gently, just letting her get it out of her system. He didn't rush her. He didn't judge her. He just let her cry. In the five minutes she'd spent with the man, he'd made her feel more important than she had among her parents or friends in years. Even her last few boyfriends hadn't made her feel like this, that she could just cry against them and not annoy them.

It was several minutes before she finally was able to calm herself. She sniffled, wiping her cheeks with her sleeve. "I'm sorry..."

He shook his head, still keeping a hand gently resting on her shoulder. "Don't be." He reached his other hand up and brushed away a tear from her cheek with a finger. "Tonight is for you."

She smiled, then couldn't help but laugh at herself. "This world is so... fucked up. The nicest man I've ever met is the same one I've hired to kill me."

He couldn't help but chuckle at that, either. "I suppose it is a little confusing." He brushed her hair back out of her face gently. "We should talk of how you want me to do that, though." He made it a policy to not discuss methods of what could be considered murder without being in person. Talking in vague terms was one thing, but setting up the details of killing someone was something else.

She sniffled again, and wiped away more of her tears. She felt like she'd finally gotten all the crying done. "What... um... what are my options?" She hadn't really thought about just how she wanted to die. She didn't think she'd really get a choice, having expected him to just grab her and kill her the moment she was inside his house.

He smirked. "Well, there are quite a few options for you. There's fast options, but most of those are messy. Slower options can be more painful, but they are clean. There are a few in between, as well."

She tilted her head. "What are some of the fast options...?" she asked hesitantly.

He smiled to her. "Well, the cleanest of them is snapping your neck. There's also slicing your throat open, or full on decapitation if you prefer. A bullet to the heart or brain will also end it quickly."

She raised a hand to touch her throat as he mentioned slicing it, or even having her head removed. She shook her head. "N-no. I... uh... don't think so. Maybe not so messy..." She wasn't sure why she suddenly was feeling so picky about leaving a pretty body behind.

Gaz fully understood, though. Some people liked to make sure what was left looked presentable. It was why he never disclosed what he did with the bodies afterwards. Leave them with the illusion of a pretty corpse. Or a bloody one, if they preferred that. "The less messy do tend to be a little more painful, outside of the neck snapping, of course. There's also hanging, or I could just strangle you myself, either with a cord or rope, or just with my hands. Drowning as well, is an option. Overdose, or lethal injection is a slow but peaceful death."

Sarah pointed at him. "That one! The lethal injection!" It sounded perfect. Slow, so she could know it was happening, but peaceful.

He nodded and stood up, motioning for her to follow him. "Very well. C'mon with me." He moved toward the room that looked like a medical ward.

Sarah stood, but hesitated. "N-now?"

Gaz turned and smiled over his shoulder at her. "You did come here for this." He clicked the lights on fully in the room, and she saw what looked like a medical table in the middle of the room, a chair nearby, both with straps on them. "You can take some time to make sure this is what you want, but I do remind you... you aren't ever leaving here alive. You agreed to this. I will pick for you if you can't choose."

She seemed suddenly very nervous, and he was sure she was going to try and run. "What... what would... you choose?" Her voice was shaky.

He turned towards her. "That depends on you. Since you already expressed interest, I'd go with lethal injection, but only if you don't try and run." He glanced at the stairs behind her. "If you try and run, then I'll be forced to be messier about it." His voice got a cold edge, warning her not to make him choose this option. "I would slit your throat with my claws, and let you bleed out at the bottom of the stairs."

She shook her head, moving to follow him into the room. "N-no, I won't force you to do that." He was surprised. Usually hearing he was going to tear their throat open sent those already about to flee into a panic. She was far more level headed than he gave her credit for. It made him smile. The room was indeed set up like a medical room. There were cabinets to one side with all manner of medical supplies. Bandages, gauze, bottles of all kinds of different things, surgical tools, and more.

She slipped her coat off, tossing it back onto one of the chairs behind her. With a t-shirt on under it, it left her arms exposed. She figured that would be easier for him. "So... do I lay down on the table or... sit in the chair?"

He smiled and opened one of the cabinets, pulling out a small bottle of clear liquid and a thin syringe. "That's up to you. If you think you might struggle with the injection, let me know. I know it might not mean much, but if you just stare at the wall and count to twenty, you won't even notice when it happens." Some people just couldn't do needles, and he understood that.

She smiled and sat in the chair. "I... should be okay..." She laid her arm out for him against the arm rest.

He stood beside her, resting his hand against hers. "Relax." Somehow his touch and soothing voice actually did make her relax. Her hand unclenched, and he gave her wrist a gentle, reassuring pat. "Go on now. Just start counting."

She nodded and looked at the wall behind him. "One... two... three..." She made an effort not to clench her fist or resist him. "Nine... Ten... Eleven..."

"All done." He said jovially.

"Twe- wait, what?" She looked down at her arm. She hadn't felt a thing, but the syringe was empty and the bottle he held definitely had less of the clear liquid in it than it had before. "That's... it then?"

He put the tools away, throwing the needle into a container for medical waste. "That's it. Now we just wait for it to take effect."

She blinked and looked back at her arm. It was an odd feeling, knowing that he'd just killed her, and that she was just waiting for her body to realize it. "How long will that take?"

He shook his head. "It's different for everyone, but usually between 10 and 20 minutes at most. You'll know when it starts to take effect."

She nodded, and put a hand to where she figured he'd injected her. There was a spot on her forearm that itched just slightly. She bit her lip, looking like she wanted to say something, but kept her silence. She actually started to blush visibly through her white fur.

Gaz saw all this. "You look like you want to say something. Best do it now. You won't have another chance."

She looked away from him as she opened and closed her mouth a few times. "I... I want... is it okay if you... held me? As I died?"

He grinned at her, and pat her head gently. "C'mon with me." She slipped to her feet and followed him. She expected him to walk back to the living room, but instead, he moved to his bedroom. It didn't have much, but the bed was large and soft. There were pictures of vistas on the wall, she guessed from his birthplace. He got into the bed and pat the spot next to him. "Come on up here, you can rest beside me. I'll hold you for your last moments. Make sure you know how special you are."

A large smiles spread on her lips. She was about to crawl up onto the bed, but then got another idea. This was her last few minutes alive, after all. "Maybe... without clothes?"

He couldn't help but laugh. "As you wish." He was going to have to strip her afterwards anyway, so this saved him time. He opened and pushed down his pants, his briefs following with them to expose his barbed shaft, hanging limp between his muscular legs. His shirt was next, up and off to expose his chest, equally muscular. He was just tossing his shirt to the side when he felt a soft, warm body pressing up against his side. He turned to see her. She was covered in fur as white as snow, a contrast to his sandy coat with the dark brown ring-like spots. She was thin, her belly soft, her legs athletic. Her breasts where a decent size for her height, a large B, maybe a small C he guessed.

He put an arm around her to hold her body against his. She shifted to lay against him, resting her head against his shoulder. Her fingers stroked through his chest fur. He felt her fingers tracing along the spots. He let her touch along his body as she wanted while he just held her. It wasn't long before she started to shake, her breath turning to quick, sharp, shallow gasps. "I... feel... it h-hurts... my chest!"

The arm that was holding her gently against him tightened, holding her more firmly as she started to struggle. "I know. Shhh, it's almost over." He consoled her. She gripped at his fur now, her body starting to convulse in his hold. She looked up at him with wide eyes, full of panic and fear. She hadn't truly wished this, but it was too late now. Even if she'd somehow been able to leave the room, there was no way she could ever escape her fate now. It had finally struck her, in her last moments of life, that they were, in fact, her last moments of life. Some accepted them gracefully, some struggled, but they all succumbed in the end. He brought his hand up to stroke her chin. "Shhh. It's okay. A final gift to you." He brought her face up to his and pressed his lips to hers.

She stiffened as her lips met his, wanting to resist as her body felt both on fire and frozen to the core. Her heart was beating wildly in her chest, faster and harder than she'd ever felt it thudding in there. Every nerve was on fire, but also numb at the same time. Then she couldn't resist any more. She didn't want to anymore. She closed her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks, and leaned into him. Into his kiss. She clung to him as her body started to give in to whatever it was he'd injected her with.

He held her tight, putting both arms around her to hold her dying body close against his. He let himself get lost in the moment, feeling her lips pressed to his. Her chest against his. Her hips against his belly. Her scent filled his nose. She smelled of lavender and terror. He held her for several minutes like this. By the time he pulled back, she was limp against him. Her tear-filled eyes stared blankly at nothing. He put a hand to her neck and felt no heartbeat. She was gone.

Now he could really have his fun. It was a rare treat that he someone that was in such pristine condition. Most of those that came to him were sickly or elderly. This was the first healthy client in months, and the first one so young in years. He kissed her lips again. "You've given me a true gift, Sarah. I won't let you go to waste." There were very few clients that knew his true intentions for their bodies afterwards. During the time he'd held her struggling against him, his shaft had grown rigid. It took everything he had to keep himself from slamming it into her then and feeling her death convulsions on him, but she hadn't mentioned wanting that. He always gave his clients their final wishes when he could.

Now he could take his time with her. Aside from her body temperature dropping, she wouldn't show signs of decay for some time. He brought her up to lay on his chest fully now, resting her head against his shoulder and neck. He pushed her legs to straddle his belly, her arms up to hold around his shoulders like when she died. Her limp weight rested against him like this, holding him similar to how she had as her life left her. One hand held her gently, almost lovingly. His other slowly stroked along her back. He felt her soft fur, both against his chest, and under his touch. He felt her slim muscles along her back. She had a somewhat athletic build, but he could tell she wasn't the type to work out very often.

His touch ran down, brushing against the little tuft of her tail. It was soft and puffy. Not quite the little cotton ball cartoons usually showed, but it was almost as soft as one would expect. A little further down, and his touch rest on her supple rear. He let out a moan as his fingers gripped at her soft flesh. He felt his cock twitch in anticipation, already leaking pre from the tip, but he ignored it for now. He wasn't done exploring her body. His fingers teased between her soft cheeks, poking at her tight rear, then slipping just a little lower. He blinked as his fingers brushed her lower lips and found them damp. He brought his finger up to his nose and sniffed. He smelled the unmistakable scent of her arousal on his fingers. "Oh... my dear Sarah. I wish you'd said something." He shifted her to face him, leaning in to give her a gentle kiss. "I'd have given you a last night to remember."

He rolled, gently shifting the girl onto her back. He brushed her long, floppy ears out of the way so he could stare down into her pretty face. She was peaceful like this, and he found her more beautiful now than the anxious ball of nerves that had been in his living room twenty minutes prior. He leaned down to lap at her cheek, his rough tongue cleaning her fur of her tears. He started nuzzling and gently lapping at her face, down under her chin, across her throat and neck. His hand slid back down her body, deliberately between her legs now. He felt just how wet she had been upon dying. He couldn't be sure, but it felt like perhaps she came. He'd like to imagine she did, cumming harder than she ever had as her heart seized within her chest. He'd seen people cum as they died many times before, and it was always an impressive sight. Death orgasms were some of the most powerful orgasms, the body squeezing everything it could out of the last moment of pleasure it knew it would ever feel.

His fingers slid into her wet pussy, spreading her lips and pushing deep into her, exploring her inner most private area. He wasn't surprised to find she wasn't a virgin, but she was still quite tight. He was only just able to slide two fingers into the young bunny. His shaft would be quite the tight fight in there. Luckily she was already quite lubed up. Plus, not only would he not have to worry about her tightening up and resisting, but he literally couldn't hurt her. She was beyond pain. Beyond pleasure, too, but she seemed like she wouldn't mind bringing him some pleasure.

He slid his fingers out of her pussy, trailing her juices a little. He wanted so very much to slide in there, to pound away at her, fill her with everything, but he still resisted that urge. "You tempt me, bunny." He found his breath shallow with his own desires, his teeth nibbling gently at her still throat. He didn't dare bite into her, not wanting to harm her body at all right now. If anything, he was almost worshiping her still form, praising every curve and soft bump she had. He ran his hands down further, gripping her thighs. She was so soft, both her fur and the flesh under. As his hands slid lower, his face did as well, lapping down to her breasts. His tongue circled around her right nipple, teasing at the bouncy tit flesh. His lips wrapped around her nipple and he gave a hard suckle upon it, letting it pop out of his mouth a moment later.

His hand caressed her calf, feeling the muscles hidden under her fur. Bunny leg muscles were always impressive, especially these calves. He'd seen a rabbit sprint pretty fast in his time. It was one of the many reasons he set up the underground bunker for this, instead of risking someone potentially escaping and fleeing in the woods. He'd never be able to catch a rabbit dashing at full speed, not at his age at least. Maybe if he was just as young as Sarah here, but that was an age ago. He moved his mouth between her breasts to give her left tit the same attention as her right, while his touch moved down from her calf to her feet. He never really was someone with a foot fetish, but he still appreciated the aesthetic of soft feet like this. He ran his touch along the underside, feeling the soft padding, and slipped his fingers between her toes, holding her foot like he might hold her hand.

He was unable to hold himself back any longer now. His desires were driving him made, and he had to stop himself from biting into her breast more than once. He slid back up along her body, until his cock tip was pressed right up against her slit. "I'm going to destroy this tiny cunt." He teased down at her. His shaft rubbed between the lips several times, not penetrating, but getting the barbed shaft good and lubed up. A few moments of this and he growled low. He pulled his hips back and pushed forward into her. His growl turned into a low purr as her tight tunnel welcomed him. She was still soaked inside, but her body heat had already cooled down noticeably. It sent a shiver through his cock, all the way up his spine and down to his toes.

Only an inch in and he leaned down to give her lips a kiss. One hand slid down, wrapping under her and gripping her hips to hold her steady so he could thrust in without her slipping. His other hand held her head so he could keep pressing his lips to hers without her face falling away. Two inches, he groaned loud into her mouth. His tongue pushed her lips apart, slipping into her mouth to lap at her tongue, to taste her. Four inches, he almost bit his own tongue. She was so wonderful, so tight, so welcoming. At six inches, he bumped into her cervix. He pulled back and frowned down at her. "My my... I thought you'd be able to take more." It had been a long time since he'd laid with a bunny. This was normal for rodents, they were all so tiny. Bunnies he always expected to take more, and yet, here he was with almost two inches yet to enter her.

He pulled back, only to pump back into her again with a loud groan. Then again, feeling his barbs pulling at her inner walls every time he pulled back, then his pointed tip spearing against her inner most barrier. He started with slow, hard thrusts. He watched as each time he slammed against her cervix her body jerked, her breasts jiggling and wobbling on her chest. He lifted her off the bed to hold her, letting her arms dangle at her sides. Even holding her head, her ears swayed like fleshy streamers attached to her head. He ran his fingers along them, resisting the sudden urge to chew on them.

The room was beginning to smell heavily of his lust, and a little of her own that he hadn't picked up before. He purred louder, his chest rumbling as he held her hips and started to thrust harder, his tip slamming into her cervix now, slowly weakening the final barrier within her. He could feel it starting to give way already. He was glad she couldn't feel pain, this would be excruciating for her. Now she was just peacefully letting him destroy her. She gave him her body to do with as he pleased.

With a loud growl, he gripped her hips with both hands and dragged her back against him hard, slamming his cock deep once, twice, three times. He was so close to breaking through. Five. Seven. He let out a loud cry of pleasure as he finally felt that barrier tear, letting him shove deep into her womb. He finally had thrust all he had to give into her, her hips pressed firmly against his. Her belly had a little bulge where his cock was buried in her womb. That inner most area was silky smooth around him, soft beyond description. Still cooler than what she would have been an hour earlier, this was warmer than her pussy had been.

He enjoyed the extreme tightness around his shaft and the blissfully soft feel of her womb on his cock head for several minutes. But his throbbing shaft demanded more. He couldn't resist her. He how he sat, resting on his knees. He laid her on her back, her hips in the air so he could push every part of his cock into her. He tried to be gentle, sliding his cock out and back into her womb again and again, but the barbs only pulled at her flesh, and he felt blood trickle against his shaft. The scent of her blood, even just a little, filled his nose and did things to his brain. His predator instincts were already being pushed with his lust, and now bloodlust was mixed in.

What started as gentle thrusts quickly turned into rough, viscous pounding into the bunny's pussy. He growled as his claws gripped at her hips tight, only just managing not to tear into her. His cock slammed deep into her womb again and again, twitching, jerking, leaking pre into her already. He panted, leaning down to bury his face against her neck, lap at her soft throat some more. He held back as long as he could, fighting both mating and predator instincts as much as possible. The room was filled with the sound of his his slapping hers, his strained grunting as he resisted himself, and the bed creaking under his efforts.

He eventually gave into both instincts. His mouth opened in a loud roar, only to clench his teeth against her shoulder, digging into her flesh hard. Hard enough that if she were alive, he'd leave a distinctive scar on her, marking her as his. His cock thrust deep into her, several inches buried into her womb, and then fired his seed, filling her womb uselessly. He might have bred her had she been alive, but now she was a cool cumdump for him, willingly taking all he had to offer. It was quite a lot, as he hadn't had the chance to do this in some time. He was pent up, and more than happy to empty his balls into this pretty bunny's cunt.

Minutes passed until his cock finally started to deflate, releasing him from the incredible tightness of her torn cervix. He pulled his hips back, cum trailing after and drooling out of her. He opened his jaw, feeling his teeth slipping free of her flesh. There was only a slight trickle of blood from the wounds, a pair of crescents staining crimson in her white fur where his teeth had pierced. With no heartbeat, she didn't spray any blood, only drool it out slowly from the new openings. He brush her face with his own, nuzzling her gently and giving her another soft, lingering kiss. "I'm sorry, my dear. But it's time that you fulfill your ultimate purpose."

He shifted off of her body, getting up to his feet. He stretched out, tail back, arms up, and felt a few pops in his back as he did. He slid his hands under her body, one under her shoulder, the other under her legs, and lifted the dead rabbit off of his bed. He carried her into the kitchen, where he set her down on the counter. He hated prep work, but it needed to be done. He got several sharp knives ready and clicked his oven on to preheat.

Carving the rabbit took over half an hour. He cut her feet and hands off, followed by her head. He skinned the woman carefully, a task he was quite familiar with. Gutting her was a messier task, but once her offal was removed, it was a simple task of cleaning and dressing the bunny. Once ready, he slid her into the large oven and set a timer. He disposed of her guts by grinding them up into a messy paste, which went into his fridge. He hated it, but it made for a fantastic addition to fish bait. He had several hours before his meal would be ready, and decided to have a shower and clean himself up. He took the bunny's severed head with him. No use wasting such a sexy toy while he had it.

By the time the food was ready, he'd showered, cum into the severed head twice, cleaned it up again, and tended to any further business. Nothing new for now, but the final payment from Sarah had gone through. Tens of thousands of dollars, much of it likely stolen from friends or family. He didn't care where they got the money from, just that he got paid. Of course, most of his clients didn't know they became a meal for him. As he turned the timer off, he pulled the roast rabbit out of the oven and set it on the counter. It smelled fantastic, filling the house with the scent of meat and the various herbs and spices he'd garnished it with.

The rest of the meal was much quicker to finish up. A bit of grilled greenery and a fresh fruit salad. He sliced himself a healthy carving of Sarah's thigh, the slabs of meat juicy and done just right. He sat back at his computer and enjoyed his dinner. She tasted amazing, just a little sweet with a rich body, and just a slight bit of marbling. He was glad that she wasn't the stringy kind of rabbit, like others he'd had. She made for a wonderful end to the day. A wonderful end to a long journey for both himself and the rabbit. It took weeks, sometimes months of preparations for each client. They required time to decide, find the money to pay him, for him to do research on them as well. He had his sources, people he trusted to make sure anyone contacting him wasn't some set up or sting operation.

He didn't know when his next client would contact him. Possibly that night, possibly in another few weeks, maybe even longer. Until then, he had enough rabbit to last him for several days, and she'd paid him enough to cover his expenses for a long time after that. He lived a good life.

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