Chapter 2: 2. White Bunny in a mansion

Precious reclined in the car, her tears subsiding as her father disappeared from view. Her gaze drifted aimlessly, lost in a sea of thoughts and emotions. After gathering her courage, she mustered a soft yet curious voice to break the silence.

"What's your name?" she asked, her tone tinged with sadness, hoping to find solace in conversation.

The chauffeur glanced at her through the rearview mirror, hesitating briefly before responding. "It's not necessary for you to know, Miss Precious," he replied, striving to maintain a professional demeanor.

However, she persisted. "I'm just a worker, Miss Precious," he eventually relented, recognizing her need for human connection.

Loneliness engulfed her, and she yearned for companionship during the journey. "Okay, but I want to sit next to you. It's so lonely here," she pleaded, her vulnerability evident in her voice.

The chauffeur sighed, fully aware of the potential consequences if his boss were to find out. "Master Edgar wouldn't approve, Miss. Please, let's remain quiet. I would appreciate that," he gently but firmly requested.

Reluctantly, Precious accepted his request and settled back into the plush back seat. Time crept by slowly as the car continued its journey. An hour passed, and the vehicle entered a wooded area, increasing her anxiety. Thoughts of haunted houses and unknown horrors permeated her mind, intensifying her unease.

As they ventured deeper into the woods, a shiver of apprehension coursed through Precious. To her surprise, a magnificent building emerged before her eyes, nestled in the heart of the woods. The grandeur of the house surpassed human craftsmanship, captivating her with its beauty.

Caught in the midst of her troubled thoughts, Precious couldn't help but marvel at the exquisite surroundings as they reached the gate. Was this the place she would call home? The mansion's breathtaking appearance almost seemed otherworldly.

Though the weight of leaving her father behind and the turmoil that had disrupted her life still burdened her, the sight of the mansion's enchanting surroundings drew her attention. Peering through the window, she admired the meticulously manicured gardens, the serene expanse of the grounds, and even the sky, seemingly adorned with a different hue.

The car gracefully circled around a magnificent fountain before coming to a halt in front of the entrance. Precious's heart raced with anticipation and apprehension as she prepared to step into her new abode. What lay beyond those imposing doors remained a mystery, but the sheer beauty that enveloped her momentarily eased her troubled mind.

Two men awaited her arrival near where the car was parked. One retrieved her bag from the trunk, while the other held the door open for her. With a mix of fear and excitement, Precious stepped out, her eyes scanning the unfamiliar surroundings. Where was she? Her gaze instinctively turned upward, questioning the vastness of the sky above, and she nervously bit her lip.

A gentleman dressed in a black suit, exuding professionalism, greeted her courteously.

"Miss Precious," the man called out with a small bow.

Precious was taken aback. Why would he, an older man, extend such formalities to her? It seemed peculiar, something she wasn't accustomed to.

Interrupting her thoughts, he directed her attention. "This way, ma'am," The man informed her, leading the way. Her bag had already been taken ahead to her room. As the door opened, Precious found herself surprised by the walls adorned with mirrors, reflecting her own image at her. She was then guided into the lobby.

Overwhelmed by the beauty of her surroundings, Precious couldn't help but gasp, her hand instinctively covering her mouth. "It's beautiful!" she silently exclaimed, her eyes drinking in the splendor before her.

However, before she could fully immerse herself in the house's magnificence, her attention was diverted. A flying apple caught her eye, and though she wanted to dodge it, her conscience compelled her to catch it hastily, not letting it fall. Finally catching her breath, she heard the remark, "Good girl, Edgar is sure to like her," spoken by a man dressed in expensive attire as he passed by.

A voice then called out, "Hello!" Precious turned to see a striking woman, exuding a sense of elegance, smoking leisurely.

Awkwardly, Precious responded with a hesitant, "Hey."

"Welcome!" the lady said before gracefully departing. Precious continued to ponder the identities of those individuals, not intending to stop her musings, but her thoughts were abruptly interrupted once again.

"Roar!!!!"

Precious's instinctive reaction was to bolt as soon as she laid eyes on the formidable sight before her. "Calm down, little one!" a man holding a tiger called out, attempting to reassure her. Precious nearly lost her balance and fell flat on the ground, but she managed to steady herself, though one knee remained on the floor.

The sheer size of the tiger, surpassing that of regular big tigers, gave the impression that it was ready to make her its next meal, sending a wave of terror through the unsuspecting girl. Just as she was about to flee once again, the man with the expensive appearance, who had approached her earlier, held her from behind, his grip firm yet gentle.

"Edgar mustn't find out that we scared his pet," the man whispered, his tone laced with a hint of humor. Precious fought back tears, realizing she would be living with such a formidable creature. Determined to avoid the tiger's gaze once more, she forcefully suppressed her emotions.

'Who keeps a tiger this colossal in their house?' Precious wondered, her fear mounting. She pondered whether it had become a trend for people to have pets capable of devouring them while residing under the same roof.

Yet, there was much she didn't know. The inhabitants of the house appeared unnervingly comfortable as if they belonged there. If that were the case, Precious knew she was in deep trouble, in the depths of hell, to be precise.

The other man, the one with the tiger, calling it a pet, laughed when the man behind her mentioned Edgar. Who was Edgar? Precious wondered. The chauffeur had mentioned his name, and now the men in the house were doing the same.

Despite the careful hold of the man behind her, Precious's fear persisted, her heart seemingly lodged in her throat as the tiger opened its mouth, as if ready to consume her. Its penetrating gaze was enough to make her perspire profusely.

"Oh, Lord!" she prayed, closing her eyes. Why? She hadn't even spent an hour in the house, and already she felt threatened, facing the specter of death.

Precious couldn't help but wonder how her father was faring without her at home. Was he eating? Was he in bed? Most likely not, as she wasn't there to remind him to stop overthinking. He had a knack for overthinking matters, and she knew he must be blaming and cursing himself at that moment.

"Precious, Edgar's white bunny!" the man holding the tiger sang, but she couldn't focus on anything else about them. All she knew at that moment was that they were strikingly handsome and beautiful, almost too good to be true. The woman was equally stunning. As a woman with her own sense of self-importance, this observation held great weight.

"You don't need to be scared," the man behind her assured her. With closed eyes, Precious mustered the courage to ask, "C-c-can I stay alone?"

"Sure, anything you want, princess!" he replied, snapping his fingers. Puzzled by his action, Precious thought to herself, but when she heard nothing and felt the tiger's presence fade away, she cautiously opened her eyes. To her astonishment, she found herself standing in a room adorned in shades of pink.

The room appeared ethereal, almost otherworldly. She shook her head, attempting to clear her thoughts and set the room aside for the moment. However, a question nagged at her: How had she entered the room without exerting any effort?

"Beasts!" Her father's words echoed in her mind. "Were they beasts too?" she wondered, her mind racing. Could they be her father's creditors? The mere thought made Precious's head spin. Seeking some semblance of security, she hurried to the door to check if it was locked. Thankfully, the key was in the keyhole, providing her with a sense of relief as she secured the door and let out a heavy sigh.

However, the locked door did little to ease her unease. Her heart continued to race with fear, fueled by the unfamiliarity of her surroundings. She longed to call her father and update him on her situation, to let him assure her that everything was going to be okay and to assure him that she was unharmed and that they had yet to subject her to any form of torment, apart from introducing her to a wild animal.

Despite the overwhelming worries and apprehensions that filled her, Precious forced herself to unpack her bag. In the process, she couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the dreamlike ambiance of the room. How had they managed to arrange everything so perfectly and seamlessly? It was a perplexing marvel to behold.

As Precious unpacked her bag, her hands trembled slightly, still filled with a mix of fear and awe. The room she found herself in was unlike anything she had ever seen before. Its ethereal ambiance engulfed her senses as if she had stepped into a realm of fairy tales. The walls were adorned with delicate hues of pink, casting a soft and gentle glow throughout the space.

A magnificent chandelier hung from the ceiling, its crystal prisms refracting the light and scattering a mesmerizing dance of colors across the room. Precious couldn't help but marvel at its enchanting beauty, the way it illuminated the space with a warm and inviting radiance.

She pushed aside her thoughts momentarily, captivated by the room's ethereal charm. It was as if she had been transported to a magical sanctuary, far away from the troubles and uncertainties that plagued her mind. The cozy canopy bed beckoned to her, its plush pillows and silk drapes promising comfort and tranquility.

As the room embraced her in its dreamy ambiance, Precious couldn't help but feel a sense of isolation and vulnerability. She longed to reach out to her father, to share her current predicament and seek his guidance and reassurance. But she was alone, in an unfamiliar place, her phone out of reach.

Lost in her thoughts, Precious continued to unpack her bag, her movements slow and deliberate. The room's perfection and meticulous arrangement fascinated her. It seemed as though every detail had been crafted with utmost care and precision as if the room itself was a manifestation of her deepest desires.

The fear still lingered within Precious, her heart still racing with apprehension. But amidst the uncertainty, the allure of the pink-hued sanctuary provided a glimmer of solace, a fleeting respite from the unknown perils that awaited her.

Then, a disturbing thought crossed her mind. If they had the power to effortlessly teleport her into her room, what else were those beasts capable of? They saw humans and wild animals as mere playthings, after all. The realization sent a shiver down her spine, but she pushed it aside, determined to find solace in the comfort of her bed.

With a sense of vulnerability, Precious undressed and allowed herself to sink into the welcoming embrace of the bed she had been eagerly anticipating. She spread her legs slightly, seeking a reprieve from the day's events as she gazed up at the ceiling.

A whirlwind of thoughts flooded her mind as she reflected on the events that had unfolded so rapidly. She felt a tinge of sorrow welling up within her, but she couldn't help but question why she hadn't experienced fear during the teleportation.

Who were those beasts in human form, seemingly harmless and perfectly assimilated into society? And who exactly was Edgar, referring to her as his "white bunny" and treating her as a pet?

The uncertainty of what tomorrow would bring weighed heavily upon her, realizing she was now trapped within the confines of the beast's domain.

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