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I've been thinking all day about Sonny forcing me to wear a bunny girl outfit and then beating the shit out of me. Hitting me over and over with his police baton, then dropping it to hit me with his fists; every time I try to cower away or bend over in pain (especially if he's just kicked my stomach while I'm knelt on the floor), he drags me back up to look at him by my hair, then continues to abuse me. I want him to keep going until my body is red and welted everywhere that's exposed, dusty bootprints on the bunny suit, my bladder having voided itself from the repeated kicking. He crouches down to look at my crumpled, bleeding body, unable to even make noises when I cry anymore, and makes fun of me for being brutalised but not even trying to fight back. When I finally pass out from the sheer pain he has sex with my unconscious body.
