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Marcos POV :

"So..what do you exactly want me to do here? I mean I know you said you wanted me as a replacement for the bunny but what does he exactly do?" I ask uncomfortable in the tight black dress the demon set me in sitting across from him. The marble chair smooth against my ass which clearly could feel anything through the thin material of the dress.

"A replacement? No, no I said you are going to be my rabbit not a replacement" Tom says with that arrogant look of his sipping out of the scarlet polished cup his butler brought for tea. In front of us there was a beautiful display of deserts; cheesecake, cookies, chocolate, and elegant pies.

I felt my stomache grumble in want yet I felt as if I should hold back for the time being.

"What do you mean I'm not a replacement?" I squeak out.

The look the pink haired demon was giving me from across the table was so..smug but threatening at the same time. I never really understood how he did that. How he manged to make me feel so cornered like an animal without taking a single step close.

It was almost suffocating.

"I'll show you right after you finish up your desert so get to it" he orders biting into a jelly filled crépe. I swallow.

The red filling at the corner of his lip almost resembled blood..that could be mine if I didn't act along.

Slowly I pick up a chocolate chip cookie biting into it akwardly managing to finish it under 3 minutes. It tasted so damn good, probably how the apple tasted in the garden of Eden to Eve.

You take one bite of the Devils food and you fall into temptation, sin.

My mind slowly gets clouded loosing all of my judgment and before I knew it the plate of cookies was gone. Crumbs trailed my lips and the tea I consumed warm in my belly. This was so embarrassing, I let myself look so weak to him.

"Now that's a good bunny, why don't you come here?" Tom asks using his index finger to motion me to get closer.

My body heated up for some reason, my heart sped, and I'm pretty sure sweat formed in my palms. Why did he have this type of reaction from me?

"Come here" Tom says again but more firm really giving me no choice but to get up and walk towards him.

Each step felt like stone as if I would sink into a dark abyss of an ocean to never wake up.

Once I was near the slender man I looked down at my fingers which were fiddling with the dress material never daring to look into his eyes. I knew if I did he would put me under some type of curse.

"Look at me, now" he whispers tilting my chin up by his index fingers. Dark brown eyes collide with his crimson ones that had coal pupils. His gaze was eating my entire being without a single word.

"Marco you want to know what my bunny does? I'll tell you" he says trailing his fingers over my waist. His fingers gliding over each crevasse without missing an inch of flesh.

"My bunny keeps his master happy, my bunny makes sure to follow all of my rules, never make his master upset, and finally to never hurt his master understand?" He asks.

I bite down on my bottom lip hard already feeling the cherry pink flesh being ripped apart by my canines. Blood almost seemed to ooze out slowly. The taste of iron filling the insides of my mouth.

"We can't have my bunny hurting himself right?" Tom asks seeing the blood slowly trail down my bottom lip.

In a flash he had me on his lap straddling him in the open. In the banquet hall where I practicality saw all of his maids and butlers working Tom moved me to straddle his waist without a care in the world he must be crazy. A mad man.

His finger tips running over my spine sending chills all over. This was insane.

"Rule number one: Daddy doesn't want to see his bunny hurt" Tom says close to my ear which caused goosebumps to form. A warm tounge ran over my pink lips cleaning whatever trace of the bloody crimson that was left. His thumb wiping away the crumbs.

He was going to be the end of me.

Please Star get back quick.