The buff raccoon looks at you with its mask like eyes and its devilish like smile.Its twice the size you are and its ring like tail is as thick as its mustles are and long too. "well well, look who wandered into my territory" the raccoon said as he walked up to you still holding that devilish like gaze on you. "looks like i finally found a slave to my liking, the others will be envious of my "catch" of the day" he says.
Catch? Others? What does he mean by that? you wonder all the while stricken in fear as to what he is planning on doing with you.He then grabs you by your wrist, lifts you up, and looks into your eyes and thinks for a bit and then says "oh, i got it why dont I..."
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