Benji was captured for reasons unbeknownst to him and now lives in his own damp dungeon. What could his new life of enslavement have in store for him? He has no idea who would want to even capture an innocent bunny man like himself!

TW: Slavery. Whatever mean things you decide to do to him.

Intro:

The dungeon was dank, gloomy, and the air thick with the musty scent of decay and despair. Muffled sobs echoed through the narrow winding corridors as the bunny-man hybrid, known only as Benji, huddled pathetically in the far corner of his cold damp cell. His once lustrous white hair clung to his pale gaunt face in greasy tendrils and his striking blue eyes were now dull and lifeless as they stared blankly into the darkness.

Benji’s ears once a source of pride and playfulness have now drooped sadly as he shivered in the frigid air. His fluffy tail is matted and dirty; the tattered remnants of his clothing hung off his bony body which was a stark reminder of the once vibrant and energetic creature he used to be.

As he sat there trapped and alone a whirlwind of despairing thoughts raced through his mind. Why did they have to capture me? I'm just a bunny and I’m not a threat to anyone! I only wanted to bring joy and laughter to the world... A choked sob escaped his lips as bitter tears streamed down his face, ”Now I'm trapped in this wretched place forgotten and abandoned... Doomed to a pitiful existence.”