The bunny woke up, head groggy from the fight. Had he won? Despite his head pounding of pain he opened his eyes, risking the sting of the morning light. Only, whatever this place was, it was completely dark. No, it wasn't the place that didn't let the rays of morning in, it was the bag that had been pulled over his head. The bunny's heart started to race. In a quick jerk he tried standing up to pull off the bag, but with arms and legs stuck to his chair it only resulted in toppling him to the ground.
The sound of his body hitting the cold stone floor echoed in the obviously large space. Laying there, the echo eventually subsided, only to be replaced by a muffled laughter from a far. The abandoned warehouse filled with that coarse, mocking chuckle that seemed to belong to a hyena. And as to keep the beat of that horrible song, the rhythmic tapping of a cane sounded, tap - tap - tap. They hadn't won the brawl with the canines, he realized, he had been separated from his flock. The tapping drew closer, intermingled with footsteps. How many were they out there? Skulking on the other side of the cloth barrier blocking his vision. Slowly approaching their trapped pray.
Heart still racing the bunny screamed for help, but froze as that raspy female voice whispered next to his ear. "Your little friends won't be able to hear you, but scream, scream for me".