She put on the velvet bunny costume for the Halloween party,
already picturing the looks she’d get and the trouble she planned to start.
Soft pink velvet, long ears, and the quiet confidence of someone who knew she looked irresistible.

But she never made it there.

Someone else noticed her first — the costume, the walk,
the fact that she was clearly dressed for a night she wouldn’t be attending.

Now she’s tied up and gagged in his basement, the velvet still on her,
while he calmly lays out exactly how the rest of their evening is going to go.