"I don’t play games with morons, fucker," the fake-blonde hissed through her teeth; her mother had officially kicked her out, and she was not in any mood to deal with paedophiles right now. As she tried to turn away, the man snatched out his hand to grab her forearm. "Lucky for you, I’m no moron," he replied plainly. Madailéin swallowed a silent prayer to Mary.
She did not utter a gasp, a faltered breath, or even let loose a lip quiver. Maddy — no, she had introduced herself bitterly as Finn — refused to let this bear of a man win. She had somehow managed to evade him this long, and would continue to force her body to be silent and quick until…
The light crunch of leaves nearby jump-started the rabbit-girl’s heart into a final spree of adrenalin. Finn bolted up and through the trees, breath caught deep within her belly. A low rumble of a chuckle echoed and bounced behind her; he was close behind and she knew he was holding the kitchen carving knife.
"This is fun, right, sweetheart? Betchya no moron ever played ya like this before…"