"He began to gnaw, bit by bit, devouring the witch's hand."
As the witch lay dying, she gasped, "You, you..."
She had no chance to accuse the red rabbit any further.
"With her eyes wide open, the witch breathed her last."
Rae Bennett poured herself a glass of red wine, its color like blood. She took a sip and continued languidly, "Then it was the feet. The red rabbit began to gnaw on the witch's feet and her torso, but the red rabbit didn't like the innards because they were bloody and smelled fishy. He didn't like the head either; he was a head himself, he didn't like himself, so he left the innards and the skull behind."
"After devouring the witch, he grew hands, feet, and a body, becoming a rabbit that looked normal but lacked organs. He could walk now, he could wave to the little animals, but the little animals still wouldn't play with him, still didn't like him. Why didn't they like him? He was so sad, so lonely, living alone in the castle, never venturing out until he had eaten all the canned food in the castle."
The barrage was asking, what happened next.
"That day, the red rabbit left the castle. He was very hungry; he wanted to hunt, to eat meat, to eat hands and feet. He longed for raw flesh, thirsted for fresh blood. Then he found a white rabbit, a very, very beautiful white rabbit."
Rae paused and asked, "Would he eat the white rabbit?"
The barrage responded: Yes.
Because bloodlust and flesh-eating were in the red rabbit's nature.
"But he didn't eat the white rabbit; instead, he captured it and locked it in a cage inside the castle. He told the white rabbit, 'I like you, would you stay with me?'"
"But the white rabbit said, 'Let me go, please let me go.'"
"No, how could he let her go? He liked the white rabbit so much, he was so lonely, he would rather starve than eat the white rabbit."
"But the white rabbit didn't like him. The white rabbit kept trying to run away, to escape, to leave him."
"Don't run, I beg you," the red rabbit beseeched the white rabbit in a low and pitiful voice.
Rae Bennett touched the rim of her wine glass, her eyes reflecting the hue of the wine: "But that night, the white rabbit rubbed the iron lock against its water bowl until it broke. But what use was that? Even with the lock broken, there was still a cage outside, the white rabbit couldn't escape at all."
"The red rabbit was very angry."
Rae asked, "What would the red rabbit do?"
Many in the barrage said: The red rabbit would eat the white rabbit's hands.
Rae smiled, "That's correct." She leaned closer to the microphone, her voice as if coming from a deserted ancient forest, "The red rabbit ate the white rabbit's hands."
"Even so, the white rabbit still wanted to escape, still pleaded to be let go, and then the red rabbit ate her legs too, ensuring she could no longer run away."
The barrage erupted with screams.
It turns out it was not a lullaby, but a dark fairy tale.
"The white rabbit, with no hands and no legs, bled profusely, nearly at death's door, but the red rabbit had a secret."
"Whoever ate the red rabbit's hands, his feet, would grow new ones. He had conducted experiments with small animals when he had nothing else to do in the castle."
"The white rabbit didn't run anymore, couldn't move anymore, was dying and lay still in the cage."
At this point, Rae asked again, "Guess, what would the red rabbit do this time?"
Some in the barrage said: He would give his hands and feet to the white rabbit.
"Why do you think the red rabbit would give his hands and feet to the white rabbit?"
Because the white rabbit was dying, because the red rabbit had fallen in love with the white rabbit.
"Yes, the red rabbit loved his white rabbit," she said in a subdued voice, like a whisper in one's ear, "but you're wrong, the red rabbit ate the dying white rabbit whole, leaving nothing behind, not even the innards and the skull he disliked."
The barrage howled.
This night, meant for slumber, was completely blown apart.
"The red rabbit was very pleased; he finally possessed his white rabbit completely."
The barrage continued with their screams.
The story wasn't over yet.
"Suddenly, the red rabbit felt a terrible pain in his chest, so intense that he rolled on the ground, almost in agony." Rae asked her darling fans, who were quite scared, "Do you know why?"
They all asked why.
"Because he ate the white rabbit's organs, he grew organs of his own, including a heart. But," her voice suddenly filled with sorrow, "there were no more white rabbits in the forest."
It was a tragedy.
[So cruel and so sad]
[It's so dark; I actually cried]
[I came to the stream to help me sleep, but now I don't want to sleep at all]
[Oh my red rabbit]
[The white rabbit was so innocent]
[What about the ending?]
[The ending!]
The ending, well...
"The pain overwhelmed the red rabbit, who lay in the cage, in the spot where the white rabbit once lay. He thought that if he ripped out his heart, the pain would stop, so he did just that. Finally, there was no more pain because he was dead."
[Why?!]
"The witch hadn't completed her research in time, hadn't managed to tell the red rabbit that of all the body parts, only the heart couldn't be repeatedly cut and carved."
After a long pause, Rae said, "The story is over."
This was a fairytale written by her mother.
At the very bottom of the story was a line: He is the red rabbit, I am the white rabbit, he can cause my death, and I can cause his too.