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"Ah...such a nice full moon out...so beautiful...so radiant...wouldn't you agree mister?"
You would reply. But you can't. You're currently tied up by some very rough material to the walls inside the bamboo mansion. There are sliding doors just in front of you that are wide open, displaying the light of the full moon seeping in. In between you and the door stands your captor, a long haired rabbit youkai, with red eyes that invoke madness in anyone foolish enough to stare into them, you included.
As for your inability to speak, that was just one of the many horrors introduced to you when you had the misfortune of stumbling here. For this maniacal youkai had literally stitched your lips together, with medical stitches.
"You're convulsing, do you know this? Can you feel it? That fear welling up inside you. Exhilarating isn't it?"
These are of course the words of the rabbit as she approaches you with the smile that denotes insanity. They can't be yours, your lips are sealed, literally. Can't be anyone else's either. You can't imagine anyone else being stupid enough to approach this rabbit as she is.
"Huh? What's that? You can't feel it? Ohh, maybe that's because you're too used to welling up inside others! I despise people like you, going around and merrily sticking your dick into things where it doesn't belong. And what about me? What about poor, ol' me that's just sitting here, waiting for some sort of prince charming to come rescue her, huh? Huh?! I don't get you, I don't get any of you, you...you humans make me sick!"
Her maniacal smile had instantly trodden into that of extreme anger as she made a jab about you welling up inside others. She continued staring into you with those glowing red eyes, everything's starting to become a blur the more she does so. Her exasperated voice rings in your ears every time she insults you.
"What...what the fuck is wrong with you anyways? No, no, don't answer that...it's because you're human, isn't it? Hahaha...yes, that's it. Certainly nothing I can't fix with my own two hands, now is it?" Her demonic smile returns as she's saying this, and your fear jumps up another few levels. "But no." Her smile suddenly turns to a frown as her bloodshot eyes pierce into you. "Nothing could cleanse that...that human mind of yours for all it's worth. Indecisive, compulsive, demanding...you're pathetic. People like you deserve to die...die! DIE! DIEDIEDIE!!!"
Slam, stab, pierce. Her hand collides with your shoulder with extreme force, and without her seemingly realizing it, her hand literally disappears into your shoulder. Blood sprays force, tattering her blazer. She freezes upon realizing this and pulls her hand out. Her claw ridden fingers are drenched in your blood.
"Huh? What's this? I don't remember these being on my fingers..." She seems to be referring to the blood at first, but you realize she's staring at her claws as if they were never there before. It becomes clear with her next comment. "Well fancy that. They're covered in your blood too." She then lifts her stained hand up to her mouth, slowly licking the back of her finger from the base all the way up to the tip of her claw, looking at you intently. "Ah...delicious. Haha...of course it would be though. It's not like I'm a vampire, but I'm still a youkai at heart." She then gets close to you. Very close. Her body presses up against you and her face is mere inches from yours, staring at you with those madness driven eyes of hers. "And youkai. They feast. On humans."
She then starts laughing. It starts out slow, but as she backs away from you, it turns into this maniacal, sanity deprived laughter that no person with a right cog in their head would ever make. She isn't just out of it, she's totally nuts. Bonkers. Her empty, diluted red eyes, bloodshot to hell and back, accompany her wide open mouth in a fit of laughter. With a toothy grin she then looks back at you with only one clear intention on her broken mind.
"Yes! Blood! Let's see more of it!!" In a flash, a long sword-like blade of red energy materializes in her hand and she brings it down upon you. Your shoulder is in excruciating pain. You're certain it was just cut clean off. You can't feel it or the arm that was once attached to it at all. You would scream right now if you could. As tears stream down your face, you're afraid to look at the damage, fearing that it might result in further shock. When you're overcome by the need to though, you find your arm still in place. No damage was done at all. When you look back at your captor with fear and confusion stricken all over your face, she just continues laughing at you. "Hahahaha! Priceless! Just priceless is your expression right now! Your arm is still there! Why? Oh, maybe the blade I'm holding right now isn't actually real, right?" She then walks over to you and with her free hand, picks up one your own hands, and forces it to spread open, baring your palm. Then, just to prove a point, she takes the blade she had 'cut' you with earlier, and makes a clean, slow slice across your palm. The pain is utterly unbearable, but it does it's job; your palm bleeds as your hand shivers in pain. "I can assure you. It is very real."
More laughing commences. You don't know how long she laughs at you, taking obvious insane pleasure in your fear and confusion. The blade she flails about with comes damn near close to striking you on multiple accounts and she even taunts you with it, as if teasing you by waving it about dangerously close to you. You just want out. You can't bear it any further. But the ropes holding you to the wall do not budge, they feel industrial strength. No matter how much you struggle, your escape is never granted to you. Eventually the bunny tires of teasing you, and relinquishes her blade, staring at you straight in the eye with her scarlet irides of lunacy.
"Can you see it yet?" She gives you a serious look, or at least as serious as she can muster under her panting, trying to catch her breath from all the maniacal laughter she's been bellowing. "Am I real? Or am I fake?" Suddenly, you look to the side of you, and discover that there's a second insane rabbit that looks exactly like the first staring at you just the same way. "Is your pain real? Or is it all an illusion?" You look back to the front of you, and find that the first bunny is now missing. You had her eye on her the whole time, where the hell did she go? Well, except for just then of course. "You can't tell can you? The line between reality and illusion." You look to your other side, a third senseless girl, how many of them are there? "That line is under my control. You are my puppet." You turn your head a hundred eighty degrees. The second rabbit is now missing. You turn your attention to the third one on your right side back again, she's still there, but with a wide, psychopathic smile plastered all over it. "You're all mine now and there's nothing you can do about it!" You look back in front of you, she's there again. Looking to both your sides, you realize you were right all along, there's three of them! "Are you scared yet?" All of them seem to talk to you all at once but only one mental voice booms forth. "You wanna go back? Well...I can't let you do that!"
With a single swipe, your vision blurs for a brief moment and the next thing you know, you're staring at your intestines pouring out of your cut stomach. You can't feel it at all, is it another illusion? Even so, just looking at it makes you ill. Then the unimaginable happens. The screwy rabbit picks up pieces of your guts and starts chewing on it. The blood and excrement gets all over her happy, cheery face. You would vomit right now. You really wish you could. But on top of having your stomach piling out of you, your mouth is still nailed shut.
In fact, you just realized that these aren't stitches, but steel nails driven through your lips.
"Hahaha! Your insides are so tasty! Is it real? Is it fake? You don't know do you! That's the scariest part! And what if I were to show you just now how real this is?! That would be fucking spectacular, wouldn't it?!"
You don't know how much longer it goes on. Your endless decapitation at the hands of this creature. Many times your arms and legs fall off, but they all always reveal themselves to be an illusion set up by her. Her mad eyes. They control you. They feast on your sanity. You can't even be sure if your life is real any more. Is this all a dream? Or is it truly real? Or is the fact that this is real in itself an illusion?
You lose all grasp on humanity and reality. Nothing exists anymore.
Just this wayward little bunny, with nowhere to go.