Paint - Grimdark Creepypasta

WARNING: This mentions some very dark topics, so if you think you are too young, please click off. If not, continue Peck gently closed her burrow door behind her. She sighed. Greely had been horrible (as always) to her. She tenderly pushed the purple bruise on her arm. It hurt, but then again, pain was the bunny alpha’s favourite thing. So truly, she should be thanking him. She looked around at her kitchen. Several dirt covered carrots were lying on the bench and a cup full of cold water lay on the bench, gently moving with the breeze flowing from the open window. She stretched her shoulder and arm muscles, and pushed the chest of draws away from her wall. The closed trapdoor was there as always, though she checked at least once a day to make sure nothing had happened to her own private pleasure room, for she loved it so. She pulled her necklace from her chest, opened the paint pallet charm, and revealed the key to her favourite room. The lock clicked, and opened. The trapdoor swung open, and the bunny climbed the stairway, splattered red. She took her ‘tray of happiness’ (as she liked to call it), and picked up her favourite ‘toy’. The blade glinted in the bright light, and she smiled sweetly as she looked at it. She outlined a path along her thigh, and started very slowly cutting a chunk away. She started soft, but progressively got harder and harder. The tears started to spill over her eyes, and she swallowed. But she liked it, oh, how she liked it. The pain made her happy. So happy, that she realised that she had gone too deep. She swallowed and quickly put the easel underneath her bloody calf. She filled all the paint dips, and put various drops of colour in some of them. She limped over to her tray, took a paintbrush, dipped it into the pallet, and started to paint.