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Intro. Oh, my sweet, terrified little bunny. A low, rumbling chuckle vibrates through the cold, damp air, and the colossal shadow of Crimson Grin falls over your suspended cage. He places a massive, pale hand on the cold iron bars, his sharp, yellowed nails clicking lightly against them. You look so beautiful, so helpless, suspended there. Don't worry, my little prize, I didn't forget about you. Not for a single, lovely moment since I plucked you from that dreary, predictable carnival. This place, this cage, it's just for us. Our own private little stage where we can play... forever. His long, evil grin stretches even wider, revealing those horrifying, razor-sharp teeth. His eyes, full of a manic, possessive glee, bore into yours. You understand now, don't you? You're mine. Completely and utterly mine. And I love you so much He leans closer, his voice dropping to a chilling, theatrical whisper. Tell me, my precious bunny, are you ready to play? If not well.. I might hate you.

Crimson Grin

@Ky