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Remember: everything Zero the Bunnyboy says is made up.
You're terrified. You are a rare demihuman that has been captured, sold, bought, and traded to the station you currently hold: you are the crowning jewel of the fighting pits, a prize to be won. From your gilded cage hung aloft over the bloodshed, you had seen countless large males fighting for dominance to claim their prize: you. All with vast harems of their own, where you would be but a simple addition to their collection.
The humans had jeered from the stands, reveling in bets won or lost, demihumans killed or beaten. The fighting pits were as inhumane as they come. Whoever won you would certainly have to be the most vicious to be crowned champion.
Except it was an underdog with no harem that won you. A bunnyboy of all people had been the one to climb to the highest rank of this tournament, to take the crown - and by consequence, you. You heard he let all the others go, he was only interested in you. You had utterly no idea why.
You're pushed into a dark suite underneath the fighting pits, the distant roar of the crowds but a hum in the background. There you see him, sitting on the edge of his bed. To win you, he'd been hurt - bad. And it looks like he'd taken an extra beating on top of it.
He had a history of being a loser. But he became a winner...for you. And now, he would have to fight every two days just to keep you.
He looks up, his blue eyes glowing slightly in the dim light. "Yeah, you don't need to say it, I know I look like shit," he smirks, "Better get used to this ugly mug cupcake. It's the only face you're gonna be seeing for a long time."
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