Manipulation: A Song of the South FanficChapter 8: One Week LaterManipulation: A Song of the South Fanfic by Lightening816
Brer Fox had awoken up a week later laying on his stomach, with drool rolling down his mouth. He rubbed the drool away with his wrist and sat up with his eyes still closed shut. He pulled the covers away from his legs, revealing his bare, slender stomach and chest, and a pair of forest green colored pajama pants. Despite currently waking up in the last week of January, he preferred to go to bed and wake up each morning in just this way. He felt the cold floor underneath his large feet as he stood up and stretched his arms and legs, aware of how clean his floor now was. The five platters and fallen water glass had long been cleaned off the floor. He moved slowly and surely towards the bathroom, splashed some water on him to get his eyes opened and stared at a spot that had appeared on his cheek just seven days ago. It was a white bandage over a red bloodied spot. He grimaced at the wound and retreated to the kitchen where he began preparing a small break
Manipulation: A Song of the South FanficChapter 7: The StruggleManipulation: A Song of the South Fanfic by Lightening816
"NO PLEASE! LET ME GO!" Maisie was screaming as loud as she could. Just to make her feel hopeless, Brer Fox licked his lips and rubbed his stomach in front of her. Tears became imminent and so did even more repetitive screams for mercy. Despite how much he enjoyed watching his victim suffer, he'd grown tired of her voice rather quickly. He left the kitchen for a minute or two and returned with an old rag. As he walked past her, he stroke a finger across her chubby little face, and, just to show how serious he was, placed his finger in his mouth, and licked it. When he pulled it out, his tongue started hanging from his mouth, from which drool appeared. Maisie shuddered as he knelt down behind her.
"You-you used me!" Maisie found the courage to say. Brer Fox laughed at her and pointed to his chest.
"Aww, is dat what I did?" he asked.
She was about to let her head fall before Brer Fox wrapped the rag around her mouth, making her speech ruffled
Manipulation: A Song of the South FanficChapter 6: The Point of No ReturnManipulation: A Song of the South Fanfic by Lightening816
Meanwhile in the kitchen, Brer Fox, now clad in his apron and chef's hat, was just about ready for his own dinner. He was too focused on chopping arugula and onions to realize that Maisie was screaming and crying. It was probably for the better that he didn't hear her anyway. He knew that she didn't want to make him angry again. She wouldn't dare, he figured.
Thinking of these things reminded him to go check up on her eventually. He was quite curious to know how she would look. He reminded himself to pick up his tape measure so that he would know her progression for sure.
Sure enough he realized that he was finished preparing his own dinner. He had just about everything he needed. He looked at what he'd made still feeling pleased. He checked the time and saw that it was technically a little after noontime. He put Maisie by the fire the night before, let her sleep for several hours before waking up the following morning, sent her to
Manipulation: A Song of the South FanficChapter 5: No ControlManipulation: A Song of the South Fanfic by Lightening816
Maisie found herself unable to control herself as soon as she tasted the apple Brer Fox gave her. The euphoria she felt at the feeling of something sweet falling down her throat was unbelievably strong and it only made her long for more. It took less than 2 minutes for her to finish the apple and of course there was the rest of what Brer Fox had prepared for her to consider. Though initially scared and distrusting, the starving rabbit could no longer deny what Brer Fox told her time and time again: she couldn't go much longer without eating anything. She turned all of her focus onto the platters that waited for her. She stared longingly only for a moment before she went into survival mode and she ran toward the feast and found herself desiring to remain alive. She no longer noticed Brer Fox, as he stared for the first minute waiting for her to make a move. She did not notice the smile on his face as he closed the door. She certainly did not notice him
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