He was scared. The collar was too tight. The muzzle was bolted on so he couldn't tear it off. So many people, so much food within sight and sound. But they'd throw him into this dark room, chained him to the wall with jeering laughter. Poked and speared at his one armed form to get their twisted delight out of the rabbit.


He'd just wanted some of their food, they had so much and he needed so little. Why…why? It was times like this he wished understood their sounds, they could talk to each other but a warren stray like him had never been taught how to speak. But he'd been able to hunt, and he got good at it…but this was so much…so much meat…


A sound made him start as the presence of one of the masked people made themselves known. A taller black rabbit, talking too him with a smile, hidden eyes gazing over his damaged form. What did he- his nose twitched as the smell of cooked meat came to his senses, and he noticed a hand was held out and offering a strip of meat. But the chain…he couldn't reach!


But the person sat down. The party didn't seem to care about them anymore, and that meat…he didn't realise he was growling till the larger bun gave a growl back, and it made him cower as the other approaches his smaller form, eye closing and hand raising…


But instead of pain, he was picked up, and placed down in his lap, the meat pressed between the cage of his muzzle and against his lips…and without a thought he'd scarf it down. More meat came, and he kept eating and eating, not even realising at one point that the muzzle had been taken off and tossed aside so he could be fed better.


He didn't care about that though. This person was giving them that amazing…delicious meat. Enough he was getting drowsy. Why was…


He woke up with a start. Softness was around him, on his neck, his wrist, he wasn't in the dark room, where was he? This large, soft platform that felt so…comfortable, like a nest almost, that he'd squish…oh, it was a bed. A very soft and plush one, nothing like the cardboard mattress he'd had once…was he in a home?


He'd raise his hand out from under the blanket, noticing a weirdly black shackle on his wrist. The inside was soft lined, but there didn't seem to be a chain connected to it, just a weird, glowing image. A similarly comfortable collar on his neck. But the room was plenty bare, nothing more than the bed, a door, and a window with a standing place outside. 


He'd sit up. Slowly shuffled to the side of the bed, and hopped down onto the floor, taking a moment to check there wasn't anyone hiding beneath the bed before he sprinted towards the window. Only to be yanked back just within arms reach of the sliding door on it as black chains appeared on the shackle and pulled him back away from the window. No. No no no. This can't. Not again… he'd try the other door with the same result, then try the walls and find he could touch those. But if he got too close to the door or window it was almost like his shadow would yank him back.


He'd curl up on the bed for now, maybe that man would come back later. Things were too much a mix of nice and good, but for now all he could do was wait and see what would happen.