Author's Note: Last time I submitted this ended up having this chapter denied due to the "FOSTA-SESTA" law regarding sex trafficking.  I went about to rewrite this for the better and clarify that I do not intend to delve into that catagory. In fact, in the next chapter our main character would escape that very fate. I by means do not support sex trafficking in any way and this work isn't intended to advertise such activities on the site this work is uploaded to. To be frank, it's more humanoid trafficking if anything. Bunnygirls being sent to do labor or other things such as being a servant (with no salary).  I apologize for any inconvienence I've violated regarding this law. In short, I hope you'll enjoy this work without the fear of me getting overly detailed into sex trafficking. 

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The shackles of chains dragged along the dark and narrow passageway as the sound of multiple steps impeded onto the hard and cold surface.

The darkness envelops around them as they continued walking without word of protest.

Hands locked tight and feet closed within the very same shackles, the blinded prisoner was being led along with many others by the neck.

Struggles persisted as some strained their legs after many hours of walking.

This was soon corrected by an incomprehensible yet hostile shout, with the sounds of whimpering and beating following it.

In the hallway was also two other men.

Their only lead towards continued darkness was a forceful chain bound to their necks and other appendages as they're dragged along by said people.

Sight all but obscured by filthy rags wrapped around their eyes, leaving them with equally dirty peices of cloth to cover themselves.

Even more numerous footsteps impeded deeper within the silent echoes of the blind abyss.

Some vulgar shouting and shoving could be felt towards the other captives.

They were all females, and I was among them, pled by the gruelling metal bounds of unrest. After what seems like an unknowable amount of time of harsh cries and unease, we were all eventually ordered to stop.

The sounds of a keychain triggered within the door all but unlocked further depths to come.

Our chains pulled again and most unsurprisingly we were met with another flight of stairs.

Descending eventually into another narrow corridor.

Except this was the final resting point.

Barefoot, my feet struggled to find a place as the others were being led still by the sound of it.

Our movement headed towards a different direction as we move past some rooms and into another I could only hope I could rest.

Suddenly the men moved towards their captives and the sounds of our metallic bonds fell on to the stone floor.

After some time the men's movements became closer and closer as I sensed them subsiding to me.

My veins ran cold.

They gripped my arms and started to work on my restraints as I kept quiet.

Patience.

Once my arms were free, I immediately gripped the chains to oppose our keepers.

I managed to hold one of our former binds and swiftly attempted to move the chains around their neck as I seized one of them from behind.

I was blind due to the blindfold, so their location was entirely guesswork.

However that also would happen to increase my other already superior senses.

Soon my efforts was met with the pleasing sounds of choking emitted from my victim.

I held tighter.

Soon I hoped my actions would be able to regain myself once again.

I failed.

As it turns out, trying to choke the life out of someone infront of their partner doesn't end well for the person doing it.

A sudden large jolting pain ran through my neck and throughout my body as the currents of numbness and agony paralyzed my nerves in response, leaving me to collapse on the dirty cobblestone and hay.

My body slipped out of consciousness to feel the eventual pain they inflicted on me afterwards.

Body beaten, shouted at, and spit on, this continued for a couple minutes.

Once they were satisfied, they left.

All my feelings in my arms and legs, no my entire body, remained unmoving as I slipped back into the dark reality of this holding chamber.

I felt another hand place upon my body and as I

tensed up, expecting another round of violent abuse.

But instead it was small pair of gentle hands.

Contrast to the larger balls of bitterness that beaten me before.

It was probably one of the captives, no.

One of us.

My blindfold was taken off me as the fingers and lower part of my body slowly regained some sense.

I stirred up my pupils and gazed upwards to see a dark and rotton ceiling, filled with dark muck and unrest.

My eyes were already adjusted to the dark and I could examine where I was.

In the room there were the same figures that I followed with before.

And every single face was familiar, but no one spoke.

Rather we were too tired to speak, and many of us doubted we could even hold a conversation without breaking down right then and there.

Not to mention out injuries we so unpleasantly received into our lungs.

We were covered in dirt and rags, and by we I meant weren't any ordinary people.

My fellow captives had ears, long, pointy, floppy ears, up upon the top of their heads.

Bunny ears, only belonging to beastkin variant out of the many species known as demi-humans.

But this was of no surprise to me.

I was one of them.

My species was in the form of a humanoid with bunny-like features simply known as bunnykin. The only difference between us and those humans were that we held more capable physical traits than them.

Ears were the obvious, we can hear distances more subtle and further than they can.

Our increased strength and durability.

Better sight, both in the dark and during the day.

Sensitive sense of smell.

Our puffy tails were dismissable however.

The only downside to our species is that we tend to lack a magical aptitude compared to humans.

The very reason for our capture.

That was until these brutes invaded our lands within the vulnerable forest we lived in ever since.

These invaders managed to caught us off-guard with a raid.

As a result they captured all of us during the one-sided conflict, we lost everything.

Back there I was fighting for my life and everyone else's.

I was considered a formidable fighter in our tribe, the strongest even.

Unfortunately despite my best efforts, I couldn't succeed their expectations.

Not when we lack knowledge of this strange and dangerous world, filled with magic and all sorts of uncertainties.

We were secluded off from the world, living in our small peaceful forests.

We didn't know much, but we didn't try to as we foolishly believed we would be safe.

On another subject, these brutes seem to be speaking in an incomprehensible speech I do not understand.

All they really did was force us into these rags and collars and shoved is here in this cage.

I was very... unsettled.

The air wasn't fresh, no light could be remotely noticed besides the torches that aligned the very walls of the corridor infront of our cage.

We were, very far off from our soil.

I could tell.

My thoughts lingered as I turned my head to examine what's left of my surroundings.

Eventually I turn to myself.

My body was covered in bruises, but it was slowly returning to it's natural pigmentation.

So weak, compared to these humans.

Not physically, all things to be considered.

I was confident enough that I could take a dozen of them barehanded.

What ended up happening is that we were bombarded with paralysis spells and toxins.

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These people overcame me by using easy tricks such as traps and trickery to bind me, leaving me vulnerable.

My other warriors sisters didn't fare well either, and as a result we ended up here.

My body slowly eased the pain away as it healed my itself.

I eventually I got up from my spot to thank my sister that undid my blindfold.

I placed my hand around my neck to just notice a collar on it.

From what I've been told, our bestial heritage allows us to sense "more" than what most other creatures can, though it was never clearly specified by my former teachers.

From what I could tell, this collar is ebued with the stench of vile magic.

The stench of mana could be felt as I brushed my fingertips along the inner rim of the collar.

It was definitely paralysis magic.

I deduced that from the recent and very painful experience I've recently endured.

I sighed in plummeting hopes as I came to accept the fact that it was bound to my neck.

The only way to break a seal such as this is by killing the one that placed it, or get a magic nullifier in the form of an object or spell.

As long as I had this strapped to my neck, there was no way to resist the oncoming abuse.

Why would they do this to us?

We've done nothing wrong except lived in peace.

But I already knew.

Humans are such disgusting creatures that prey on the weak for their own self benefit.

So I've been told.

Our ancestors always held a deep hatred against human kind for some unexplained reason.

Not like I have any objections from what I've experienced seen so far.

Our captors wasn't at all hospitable to us.

Our lot probably served as some sort of benefit to them in some way.

Probably labor.

Or some other another unorthodox reason.

We're here to be sold off to individuals that don't mind having to dirty their hands and empty their pockets to have their way with us.

I could feel myself starting to vomit from the meet thought.

I grasped my hand tightly as I shook in visible contempt.

But then I knew how hypocritical this was.

For as long as I remember, all of my village consisted of females-only.

There were no such thing as a male bunnykin.

Usually we captured stray human travelers and used them to produce offspring.

Sometimes we let them go, sometimes they volunteered to stay.

And sometimes we killed them afterwards.

We didn't think too much of them to say the least.

It's been precisely 17 years now, but I haven't gotten around to have a partner myself, but such things were not of my interest.

I never liked children.

Humans even less so.

I usually flirted with my own kind.

Not that there was much option besides that.

But as long as I live, I'll never try it with a human, especially now.

The thought of them trying to take advantage over me, makes me feel sick.

However others also seemed to be in similar moods of despair.

They huddled close to one another, gathering each other's body warmth due to the lack of what could barely be passable for clothing.

They all turned their heads at my direction, expecting me to join.

I could only comply.

Carefully limping towards them, I took a spot among them and closed my eyes, hoping vainly this would be over soon.

Yet I also didn't hope, at the fear of an even worse fate waiting for us.

A while passed and we didn't get any food or new noteworthy happenings.

We didn't sleep.

We couldn't.

The shaking of fear and the chilly dead air enveloped our skin and thoughts the same.

I opened my eye lids and peered towards the cell entrance at the steel holdings, preventing us from escaping our predicament.

Even if we could manage to get out and escape our cell, we didn't wouldn't know how to get back as we were blinded on the way here.

Truly the sense of disparity.

My ears perked a bit as sounds of hard and loud footsteps descended from the stairs to our level.

A foreboding chain could be heard.

A shadow loomed from a blinding torchlight that flashed into existence.

We couldn't see the figure right at our cell as he was unlocking it.

We couldn't do anything as we heard one of us struggling to stay as they were being taken away.

We couldn't even see who it was, it was too bright for our dark adjusted eyes to handle, leaving us in a blinded state.

The man left as soon as he had the individual chained up, closing the gate once again.

The light and the echos of protests vanished as he descended upwards and eventually slamming of a door.

Followed with a clicking sound that I could only determine it was locking.

One less.

This became a dreadful routine as more and more came and blinded us.

Some tired to resist further, but was soon met to the same treatment as I did.

One less.

One less.

One less.

We huddled closer together as there were less people to take body warmth from.

One member of our group started to burst in tears as they mourned for their companion, perhaps partner.

I couldn't blame her.

One less.

One less.

Nothing was certain anymore.

I could feel the dread as each time they came, I feared the next might be me.

But I soon regretted it.

Was left of the cell was the screams of my kin calling out to me as they left.

Did fate wanted this to happen?

Was I the only one left to witness my punishment for failing my sisters? For failing everyone?

One left.

The answer was yes.

Cold blood ran through my blood as the cell was dead quiet and freezing with dreaded anticipation.

I hid myself from the front of bars and into a corner.

I was still able to be seen, but I didn't want to be.

I couldn't help them.

I couldn't do anything.

I wanted to.

But in reality I just couldn't.

Did I deserve this by any chance?

Was my sins so bad that it warranted me a trip to be taken advantage of as all my kin I known since childhood get taken away?

I was too lost in my head to notice the door opening for the final time.

Chains dragged across the hard floor as they all shackled upon the stone floor, awaiting my doom.

Sisters forgive me.