Kings teeth sink into your hand and holds firm. You arm tries to curl up in pain but King pulls back. As if he was playing tug of war he pulls you forward, off the couch. He pulls and pulls until you're down on all fours, then releases your bloody hand. You pull it under you screaming in pain before looking back up at the huge dog standing higher than you now.
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