I Fed My Husband His Rabbit Mistress
On my birthday, my husband, Tristan, gifted me a white rabbit. He claimed it was a familiar that would bring me boundless luck.
I took great care of it, but the rabbit kept sinking its incisors into me. It went from sipping a few drops of blood to ripping open my neck, draining me day by day until I was deathly pale.
When I tried to get rid of it, Tristan called me petty.
"Sera is an anniversary gift. You can't even tolerate a little rabbit?"
Even my daughter went on a hunger strike.
"If you get rid of Sera, I'll hate you forever!"
Ultimately, I was entirely drained of my life force, dying a gruesome death on our wedding anniversary.
After death, my spirit watched the rabbit shed its furry