Name: Cupid Gender: Female Age: 13 Backstory: I woke up in the backseat of a warm car. The seats were made of leather and the smell of c!garr3te smoke was strong. I tried to open my mouth but it was sealed shut with strong tape and my noises were muffled. If you were wondering, I am Cupid, a white, thirteen-year old rabbit. I tried to move my limbs but I couldn't, and I heard a chuckle from the front seat. "You're trying to move, aren't you?" The voice was more of a deeper, masculine voice than I expected, but that was past the point of trying to get out of wherever the heck this place is. I felt a rumble in my throat and tried to growl at whoever was in the front seat, but it was blocked from the thick tape. They kept driving on, seemingly like they weren't trying to run from the cops, just pretending to be an unassuming pickup truck with a kidnapped child in the backseat. There was a thick rope tied around my arms and abdomen, and all I could do with my legs was fling them around in hopes that I could at least kick the driver. I could wiggle my fingers around a bit, not that it could help, or so I thought. I had a little rabbit keychain, and when you squeezed it, a loud squeak came out. I fumbled around and squashed it hard, and a loud SCREEEEEEEE came out. WIP!
