""The roast rabbit special, if you please~" rung through Filia's rapidly broiling brain. She tried to tell her that wasn't a menu item, as least as far as she knew. It wasn't until those formerly protective guards wrapped her up in rope and dragged her towards the kitchen that she realized why this 'Item' was special order only.

As soon as she processed she was about to be processed, she started struggling and scrambling for an escape and to get Samson awake. Unfortunately, the parasite had had a little too much fun mixing his own drinks that day, and was completely (Now, Ironically) out cold, leaving the poor amnesiac all alone. Though she gave them far more of a fight then they were expecting (Those legs weren't just for show!), she was eventually dragged to the kitchen, then the chef, and eventually, the oven.
Feeling the carrot between her cheeks and the carrot between her cheeks as the flames crept in, Filia simultaneously realized what the "high turnover rate" meant, and what kind of sense of humor the mafia had.

And so, Filia sat, her buns baking as she brazenly tried to break free of her bonds, or at least bring Samson up to speed. This battle bunny wasn't going to end up someone's brunch, at least if she had a say in it!
...But as the clock ticked, it seemed her opinion would matter less and less on what was served that night; Justice? Or her Juicy Ass?"



Part two of a devilishly delectable commission I got from Sweetdandy way too long ago to have not uploaded already.
This is still one of my favorite comms of mine to deat, so seriously be sure to check him out!
https://twitter.com/Sweet__Dandy

(I'll hopefully remember to upload more comms soon)

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