"To The Wicked Bunny"

I'm gonna kill that brat.

I stomped out of her room and was heading to the stairs when Cloey grabbed my arm, "Where are you going?"

"To The Wicked Bunny."

Cloey looked me up and down, "Dressed in those?" I looked down on my BT21 themed pajamas. Cloey continued, "We're still going to a party, so we have to look like we're going to a party." I placed my fingers on my chin, "You're right, we can't draw too much attention to ourselves so we have to look like we're their to party."

Cloey rummaged through my closet, "You literally have nothing in here, where the hell are all your clothes?" I shrugged, "That's it." Cloey stared at me in disbelief, "This can't be it." She took up a pink top with SpongeBob on it, "Why do you still have this? You're a woman now!"

I rested my hand on my chest, "I'm a child at heart."

Cloey sighed and plopped down on the floor, "It's hopeless, we're doomed." Doomed? She suddenly started mumbling to herself with her face in her hands. She went on her knees and raised her hands, "I failed as a bestfriend, God please forgive me!"

I sat down on my bed, "Aren't you being a bit too dramatic?" Cloey got up from the floor and hugged me, "From this day onward you will no longer suffer, I promise to take you shopping every weekend." This is just too much.

"You know, we could always just raid Hannah's closet."

Cloey released me and gasped, "You're right!" She smiled and ruffled my blonde hair, "You don't have much style but at least you got brains." I tried to fix my hair, " Thanks? I guess."

I picked up some white strings attached to each other, "What is this?" Cloey glanced at it, "That's a swimsuit." My eyes widened, "A swimsuit?" I looked at it then back at Cloey a few times, "Why would anyone consider wearing this?" Cloey shrugged, "I have a blue one, it fits like a glove."

I looked at her with disgust, "Why am I not surprised?"

Cloey suddenly went silent, "Cloey?" She turned to me and handed me some photos, "I think you should take a look at these." My eyes widened as I stared at each photo. She was having sex with three guys in one photo, with a woman in another and a mature man in another. In others she was either naked or had a dick in her mouth.

My eyes pooled with tears and at that moment I felt like a total failure. When our mother died, Hannah's father disappeared without a trace so we couldn't turn to him for any help. We moved in with our grandmother but I had to take care of her since Grandma was always working.

I made a promise to my mother on her funeral day that I would do my best to raise Hannah but I failed her and I failed Hannah the most.

I wiped the tears that started streaming down my face, "Where did you find these?" Cloey took up a box and gave it to me. In the box was a CD, a webcam, multiple sex toys and condoms. I ran my hand through my hair, "Great, my baby sister is a whore."

I placed a CD labelled Mr. Anderson into the DVD. Cloey held the remote to her chest, "Are you sure you want to watch this?" I nodded, "Yes."

"Ok."

The mature man I saw on one of the pictures was thrusting his dick in my little sister's mouth. He orgasmed in her mouth and began slapping his dick against her cheeks, "You want more baby girl?"

Hannah opened her legs and spoke in a small voice, "Yes please, give me more Mr. Anderson." I stopped the video, "So he's Mr. Anderson." Cloey turned to me, "Who's Mr. Anderson?"

"He's the owner of The Wicked Bunny but he's also a music producer. Hannah talks about him 24/7 and she claims he's interested in her music." Don't get me wrong, Hannah is an amazing singer and dancer but since the beginning of all this mess, that Mr. Anderson guy seemed sketchy.

According to Hannah, he supposedly saw her music online and was impressed with it so he moved here all the way from France just to recruit her and help her "grow".

The Wicked Bunny was actually an old warehouse that was to be demolished but he bought it and turned it into a bar. Only a selected few has ever seen his face since he never leaves the bar and keeps his identity a secret.

"I had my friend in the police force do some checks on him." Cloey gave me a puzzled look, "When did you get a friend in the police force?" I rolled my eyes, "I met him when I was in a car chase between an escaped prisoner that was disguised as a taxi driver and the police but that's not important right now."

I cleared my throat, "Anyways, it turns out that he's been on the wanted list for the past 10 years for sexually taking advantage of the bodies of young adults."

"Isn't that rape?"

I shook my head, "The police interviewed a few persons involved and they claimed that he didn't force them into doing anything. They did everything on their own freewill." Cloey placed her fingers on her chin, "Were they drugged?"

I shook my head again, "Their blood was clean." Cloey sighed, "This a weird case, why would someone intentionally give their body away like that?"

"It's because of his promises. He promises them fame and fortune so we can conclude that the persons involved sees the sexual acts as means of payment. You know Jazz Doll right?"

Cloey nodded, "Yea, who doesn't know her? She's that newbie singer that skyrocketed to number one on billboard with her debut song last year." I hummed in response, "Before Fox Records bought her, he was her producer."

Cloey gasped, "So he's basically legit?"

I nodded, "Yes, which is why the police can't arrest him especially since his victims refuse to accuse him of doing anything wrong. There was one girl though that spoke up but she changed the story the next day."

"I'm guessing the case was compromised, in other words they might've paid the girl and her family to keep quiet about the whole thing."

Cloey pulled on her hair, "What the hell was Hannah thinking?"

I'd love to know the same thing. "Have you found outfits for us?" Cloey nodded, "Operation save Hannah from ruining her life is a go."