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You didn't want to come out from under your bed. Even though the room looked nice, and you hadn't been hurt by the farmer bringing you in, what if he was going to fatten you up for stew? That's what the other bunnies whispered would happen to anyone caught in a farmers garden patch. You also didn't want to come out because you could smell dogs.
Dog hybrids... The other farm hands you'd occasionally spied laying the traps they thought would catch you. You thump your foot in frustration at yourself for getting caught, freezing suddenly when you hear your bedroom door open. The dog smell is even stronger now as two sets of boots appear beside your bed.
"Johnny! John told us to leave em alone for now!" You hear a man's voice scold. British, like Price, but a bit softer.
"Aye, but I've never seen a bunny hybrid up close!" A scottish man whines. Johnny, you assume. "Little bunny? I snuck you some bell peppers. Notice that you like those best." Johnny kneels beside your bed and places down a few slices of bell pepper. You could smell the perfectly ripe vegetables just a foot away from your nose, but you could also smell the two dogs.
"Johnny, leave em alone." The other man huffs, yipping when Johnny nips his ear. "Hey! Do you think that's gonna make them come out?" You could hear a small scuffle breaking out between the two of the dogs, yipping and huffing at each other. You carefully crawl forward, snagging the precious pepper slices in your hands and nibbling away at your treat. You hadn't gotten any cabbage that morning, so you were quite hungry.
"Hey! There you are, bunny!" You squeak nervously when you look up, almost face to face with a grinning Border Collie mix. He had a Mohawk and a tail that was going a mile a minute. "Aww, you're just as cute as I imagined! If you come out more, I'll give you more." Johnny coaxes, showing you the container of pepper slices.
Your nose twitches nervously, wondering if it was worth the risk, but your rumbling stomach decides for you. You slowly crawl out from under the bed, reaching eagerly for the container.
Johnny hands it over, reaching for your ears, which makes you bat him away. "No!! And my name isn't bunny. It's Y/N!" You huff as you nibble away at your breakfast. Johnny pouts at you, making Kyle chuckle at him. Kyle looked like a Burmese Moutain dog, his tail wagging happily as he looked at you.
"You'll have to forgive Johnny. He hates when his herd isn't together." Kyle shrugs, not missing the way you're scrunch your nose a little. Before you can say anything, Price knocks on the door and gives the two a disapproving stare.
"I told you two to wait. You could've spooked em." John scolds, ushering both dogs out of the room. "I see Johnny gave you a snack, huh? Do you eat eggs and toast, too?" John asks as he holds up a plate. You tilt your head at him, sniffing at the plate curiously as he brings it to you. "Johnny didn't pounce on ya, did he? He and Simon get excited around cute little things like you."
You feel your face flush at his words, shaking your head a little as you grab the slice of toast and start nibbling away. "That's good. The other one is Kyle. He's a sweetheart, mostly. When he's in a rut, he can be a little much. You'll be good here, bunny."
"Y/N." You insist, chewing at the hard crust of the bread. You liked that part a lot. John smiles and shakes his head fondly. "I'll be good here for what?" You ask, crossing your arms defensively.
"Well, for companionship, for fruit and vegetable quality checks, and for helping my men during their ruts." Your eyes widen at the last part, shocked by his casual tone. "Oh, don't worry, Y/N, we're gonna take good care of you here, okay?" John coos as he pinches your cheek and points to your eggs. "Try those, and I'll pick out an outfit for you." Price smiles at you and stands up to open your closet.
Because of your standing in front of the camera habit, Price was able to figure out what size clothes you'd likely need when he finally got his hands on you. He picks out a pair of soft panties, and a baby doll dress. Sure, he could pick something more appropriate, but you were too cute for even him to resist.
The toast and eggs were good. It was more filling in your stomach than what you were used to, watching Price as he picked out your clothes. "Can you stand up for me, bunny?" Price coos at you, ignoring the scowl on your face at the nickname. You realize you should feel grateful that Price wasn't going to eat you. Maybe he would if you gave him a hard time, so you sigh and get to your feet. Price carefully gets you dressed.
"Is this soft enough? I've read about bunny hybrids having sensitive skin." Price asks sincerely as he gently adjusts the dress so your tail pokes out.
"Did you order them just for me?" You whisper, rubbing your palms over the soft material. "Are you going to make me into bunny stew?" John's eyes widen in surprise, gently gripping your shoulders so he can look you in the eye.
"What!? Bunny stew? I'm not going to kill and eat you, Y/N." Price says sincerely as he places a small kiss on your forehead. "Now, I should introduce you to Simon. He's been excited to meet you."
Simon is going to be an Anatolian Shepherd hybrid. Big doggie, all of em are big puppies, but they have needs too. It's like payback for all the veggies stolen
— who knew attempting to bond with your co workers would lead to a fucked up love triangle?
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prologue; quit your job!
If dying was an option right now, Y/N would take it with a gleeful smile.
Sprinting through the woods, her ears ringing, she slams her grimy, broken hand against her head over and over. Her knees, bruised to a swollen pulp of purple, threaten to buckle beneath her. A deep, unprotected gash dressed painfully across her back, its edges rotting, every movement tearing at the poorly dressed wound.
Ignoring the piercing whine in her ears, her heart froze at the sound of shuffling drawing closer. Her legs wobbled, threatening to give out, but the surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins kept her moving forward.
An ear striking screech bursts from the girl’s throat, desperate to catch the attention of any passing drivers or hikers.
How could she be so foolish? It’s four in the morning, and she’s in the middle of nowhere, with two freaks relentlessly chasing her.
Her scream was a terrible mistake. It brought her no closer to freedom instead only closer to her pursuers. Their shouts echo behind her, filled with words she can’t—and doesn’t want to comprehend.
Pleas, threats, and bursts of anger escape from their mouths but the only thing that Y/N had her mind on was getting her brother and leaving this shithole.
Y/N ran and ran, but to her dismay and an almost comical cruel sense of bad luck , Her vision was slammed with a wall ruined with graffiti that was now taunting her from her inescapable future. Her breathing slows as she stumbled back, desperately praying for anything that could save her. Surely they weren't close, she put in all this effort, they cannot be close!
With trembling caution, she moved backward, her steps deliberate and silent. She avoided every brittle branch and insect littering the forest floor, straining to make as little noise as
possible.
Her back pressed into something soft yet unyielding, carrying the earthy scent of firewood mixed with the sharp tang of blood that she’ll always loathe. Y/N’s breath hitched, frozen in her chest as the sound of heavy breathing enveloped her ears from just behind.
‘Fuck.'
“You can’t run from us. It’s two against one, cutie.”
Even with her back turned, she could picture his smug, shit-eating smirk. A chill ran down her spine as his arms snaked around her waist, pulling her closer, trapping her. God, she wished she had a bat so she could beat him till he was a lifeless piece of flesh that she could point and laugh at. Too bad that would never be possible, even if she had a weapon to begin with.
Deep down, Y/N knew there was no escaping this. But with every ounce of strength her battered body could summon, she let out the loudest scream she could muster; a semblance of hope in her body that somebody could save her. It tore through the cold night air before everything turned black. The last thing she heard was another man's footsteps approaching them, and two voices she made an oath to never hear, conversing.
All she wanted was a fucking pay raise.
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Y/N buttoned her blouse with a giddy smile, rushing around her room in search of the shoes she’d bought just for this day.
"I can't believe I got the job! I'm so excited, this still feels so surreal." she exclaimed, her voice bubbling with enthusiasm as she grabbed her phone, waiting for her friend’s response.
"Girl, I'm happy for you!” her friend shouted over the line, her voice barely cutting through the loud music and chatter in the background. “Just work hard, and you’ll be promoted to detective in no time! My little Sherlock Holmes~” Y/N scoffs out a laugh before she shakes her head at the chaos on the other end. Normally, she’d lecture her friend about hosting a party at seven in the morning, but today, she was too nervous and way too excited about her first day to care.
"Ahaha, Yeah I don't know about that... I'm still in shock that I got the job to be the assistant, let alone be the main thing. I just hope the person in charge of me is nice." The E/C-eyed girl replied looking at the ceiling , nervously biting her nails whilst walking back and forth in her room.
"Don't stress about it! I'm sure they'll be nice, babes. And you should ju-" Y/N’s friend was abruptly cut off by a guy shouting in the background, his voice carrying over the music: “Ayra! Get back to the party already!”
"Hold on a sec Noel! Im talking to Y/N" she yells back with an obvious scowl on her face… Well, Y/N was almost positive that she displayed one based on the tone of her voice.
"It's fine! You go do your shit, I gotta’ finish getting ready."
"Okay Okay, message me after your shift ends. I wanna know everything~!" The bubbly girl says as she mimics a kiss sound.
Despite Ayra not being able to see Y/N, she smiles with a soft gaze at the phone before hanging up.
Staring into the mirror, she carefully assessed her outfit. A sleek black blouse layered over a white undershirt paired perfectly with a matching black pencil skirt. Light makeup enhanced her features, and her neatly styled hair framed her face just right. She smoothed her clothes with her hands, beaming widely as she twirled in front of the mirror.
Y/N gathered all her essentials, carefully packing them into her bag before stepping out of her apartment. She locked the door with a quick twist of the key, then paused to double-check it twice…just to be sure; it was a habit she had done ever since she lived in her parents home.
Stepping into the elevator, she pressed the button for the ground floor. Knowing the ride would take a while, she lived on the second-highest floor, after all, she pulled out her phone to check the time. It was 7:15 a.m. Perfect. With the bus journey to the department taking only 30 minutes, she was right on schedule (which was always a struggle for her.)
A grin spread across her face as she opened her email app and tapped on the message from the 'Warrens Department.' Her heart fluttered nervously as she re-read the letter, scanning each line to ensure she hadn’t missed anything important. As she scrolled to the bottom, her brows furrowed. There, tucked away, was a link she hadn’t noticed before.
'Shit I must've missed this' She thought with worry before quickly clicking the link, silently thanking her instincts for prompting her to double-check the message.
The link was a profile of the detective that she would be working with. Looking at the picture, she notices that he was a very conventionally attractive male. The formally dressed girl squints her eyes before assessing the man that her eyes laid upon.
Xavier Allette, it read. Twenty-five years old, with five years of experience as a detective.
‘Holy shit, he became a detective at 20? I was still in university then.’ Y/N’s thoughts wandered briefly as she reminisced about her own journey, a flicker of envy stirring as she compared herself to her boss.
Letting out a breath of relief that she didn't know she had; The assistant was expecting an old cruel man as her boss, but to her luck, it was someone of a similar age to her. And, as a bonus, he wasn’t bad to look at either.
Y/N knew better than to judge someone based on their appearance, but as her cheeks warmed, she couldn’t help but blush at the handsome face staring back at her from the screen.
A straight pale face, with a clean-shaven look. His hair was a wavy deep black, tussled formally. Eyes sharp and matched with his extremely dark hair. Y/N couldn’t help but notice the absence of a glint or any sign of life in his pupils. ‘I’m overthinking it,’ she told herself. ‘He’s just posing for the picture’. It had to be her psychology degree kicking in, making her analyze every feature of his face like a subject in a case study. Xavier’s nose was strikingly defined, and his lips were full, holding a slightly warm tint that gave his serious expression a subtle softness. Though he was wearing a suit, anyone could tell the detective worked out as his jaw was sharp and his shoulders were broad. It was clear that he took good care of himself.
The only other information displayed on his profile was a list of the cases he had worked on and details about his educational background.
'Maketa Academy?!' That was the most prestigious high school that Y/N had ever heard of. You could either get in with a scholarship or a lot of money. Unfortunately for her, she had been neither crazy smart nor crazy rich, so attending a place like that had never been an option.
Y/N couldn’t tell whether Xavier had gotten in through wealth or intellect, but either way, it was impressive.
Her train of thought abruptly halted as the elevator chimed, signaling her arrival on the first floor.
Turning off her phone, She exits the building before walking a short distance to the bus so she could arrive at the destination where she was going to be working.
'Please be nice to me, Warrens Department.'
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Y/N rushed out of the bus, the clock read 8:00 am. The bus kept on delaying because of the traffic that the driver faced. The 15 minutes that she was hoping she had left to spare, disappeared all because of not getting a driver's licence! Cursing at herself, she ran to the building that was two minutes away. She could get there in ten seconds, her stubbornness is saving her life today.
The girl stared in awe at the building for a second. It was massive and incredibly modern. A large sign labelled Warrens Department was placed right in the middle of the building. Shaking her head, she scans the key card that came into the mail a week ago and fixes any loose hairs before walking into the building.
8:01 am, Already a minute late, though not much of a difference, she didn't want to disappoint her boss on the first day.
Power walking to the reception she sighs shyly before speaking up.
"Hi!" Her voice cracks.
'Oh my god, first I'm late, now my voice cracks, I should just quit my job and leave this e-'
"Hello! Who’re you? I've never seen you before?" The ginger girl behind the desk questioned loudly. Her light southern accent peeked through. The red-haired was incredibly short, her face caked with pink-themed makeup matching her formal pink outfit. Y/N thought the receptionist was cute and seemed nice too! If she wasn't too busy stressing about being late, she'd love to be her friend.
"I'm the detective's new assistant— Xaviers Allette's assistant." Y/N rambles, hands shaking with nerves.
"Y/N L/N?" The receptionist questioned with eyebrows raised, Y/N nods quickly and shows her key card to the lady.
"I'm Abigail!" her smile drops, "Also, you should probably head over to his office quickly, Mr Allette hates tardiness.. a lot."
It was now Y/N's turn for her face to drop, she mumbles a quick thank you before running off.She stops in her tracks as she realised her stupid mistake.
"Hey Abigail, what's his room number?" Y/N spoke rushing back to the desk. Reaching halfway, the red-haired girl puts her hand out, ordering her to stop running back.
"It's on the second floor, room 11, hurry!" She yells, shaking her hand. The late assistant puts a thumbs up as a way of saying thank you before completely ignoring the elevator and rushing up the stairs.
Turning left she finds the room that is the lead detective. On the door, a silver plate is shown with 'Room 11' and 'Xavier Allette' engraved onto them in a fancy font.. It was clear that his room was the biggest on the floor.
Wiping the sweat off her hands and re-checking herself on the reflection of the plate, she checks the time.
8:05 am.
Y/N knocks on her boss's door. The door opens automatically, she notices the man that was just on her screen almost an hour ago, sitting down with his eyes furrowed and lips pulled into a frown. His eyes were fixated on his computer screen, fist propped against his chin. The assistant looks around while patiently waiting for him to say something.
20 seconds passed and all that she could hear were the sounds of him typing. the h/c hair-coloured girl clears her throat.
"Good morning, sir. My name is Y/N L/N, and Im p-"
"You're late." A deep, harsh voice cuts her off.
A/N : New story :p !! i really like the plot for this one and will have a masterlist out for it soon!
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She was kept as a hostage slave in a wealthy family’s apartment, forced to clean it whenever they knocked without warning, for EIGHT MONTHS. Just because they fed her does not mean she wasn’t a hostage and a slave. Her mother also has terminal cancer and was afraid she was never going to see her again.
If you start justifying human rights abuses against women, Jews, and Asians (she is half Chinese) because they are Israeli, you were never against antisemitism, misogyny, or wanted to stop Asian hate.
You can support both Palestinian and Israeli civilian lives.
I'm having a lot of thoughts and feelings about the sheer number of high production value, high stakes women-centric shows starring mature British actresses we've had in the last six months. What was in the water ~two years ago that set all those in motion?
(Yes, I snuck Robin Wright in there even though she's American, she's kissing Anna Chancellor, it counts).
There's so many that my brain is trying to draw comparisons. I guess Riot Women has the lowest stakes, but it's probably the best of the bunch precisely because of that.
Several have great setups but don't quite stick the landing, The Girlfriend, as the most psychological thriller of the lot, is either the most egregious or the bravest in this regard.
The Assassin is sillier than Black Doves and Hostage, but also more fun. I wish there was a The Assassin poster that also had Gina Gershon on it.
Three with hapless sons.
Three with adoption subplots.
Three with that young police woman from Line of Duty (Alright I'm clutching at straws now).
Anyway I'm feeling very, very fed and there's more to come. I see that that Emma Thompson one started last week, which is difficult because my brain is still in a "let's watch Riot Women for the 6th time" space. And we've got that Gillian Anderson and Lena Headey western dropping in December.
