

"Rabbits: Ch. 2" Working TitleThe limp figure on the floor springs to life once again, bandaged and clean. A splint reflects light from the fireplace nearby, and a beautiful, ornate wooden table that's complete with a dinner set can be seen on the other side of the room. A man is hunched over the table, and there's blood pooled around him, dripping to the floor. The young man attempts to stand, but pain shoots from his knee up the rest of his body, causing him to cry out and fall back onto the wall. His staggered breaths can be heard over the crackle of the fire as he slowly tries to stand again. A droplet of blood sp"Rabbits: Ch. 2" Working Title


"Rabbits: Ch. 1" Working TitleThe room is silent except for a few breaths that stoppingly make it past a man's lips. A man limps towards him, leaning on an alabaster cane for support. The prostrate man tries to stagger to his feet, but collapses in pain, clutching his leg. He looks up to speak, but before he can, the figure speaks, "He'd always said he wanted to be a bit more muscular, a bit more trim and fit. Guess it worked out for him in the end, y'know? Ten fucking years of hard labor at a factory will do that to ya. Wasn't none of that pussy assembly line bullshit. Day in and day out, lift a crate of s"Rabbits: Ch. 1" Working Title
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