You just break down.

The fear and the adrenaline surge don't matter. Your fight or flight instinct simply seems to shut down as you stand paralysed in the middle of the barn, your head flicking back and forth between the hay bales and the iron bar, barely a thought passing through your head as you fail to see hope in either option. Cold wet hands fidget before your chest as you waste your precious time. You aren't able to do this, in terms of survival of the fittest you're the dumb dear that gets caught and killed by the lion...

"That wasn't very nice Lisa,"

"I'm sorry..." You squeak as you turn to face Jack as he stalks his way toward you. In the dark, his shadowed form really does make you think of a hungry predator. "I'm sorry," you whimper once more, taking a nervous half-step backwards. You can't even compare yourself to a fleeing deer, you're more like some domesticated bunny, caught by a fox in its hutch.

"I know you are," Jack coos as he walks up to you. You flinch as he raises a hand, only for it to gently cup and stroke the tears off of your face. You hadn't even realised you were crying. "But you're going to be a good girl now aren't you?" he asks, his hands drifting down and beginning to unbutton your shirt.

"Uh huh..." you nod, shivering. You know that you can't run, you can't fight...you can just do what a bunny does...

"You're going to be such a good girl," Jack grins, coiling one arm about your bare waist and seizing your neck with his free hand.

"Y-yes," you moan as he kisses and bits down on your neck. Your meek, trembling hands reach up to wrap around your attacker. There is no sense in resisting him, the predator who will take you is the only thing you have to hold on to. You are weak, you are helpless, you can do only what a bunny does...

Fuck.