You slowly regain your conscious, you try to sit up but for some odd reason you are tied to the floor as you blink with your eyes. You slowly can make out more of the room it is an empty room. The only things in it are the contraption tying you to the floor and some sort of a mattress on the floor you realize it is the room of a canine and you being tied up in a room of a canine can only mean one thing. They found out that today you turned 18 and so regarding regulations are up for enslavement.
At this very moment You realize that you dont have any clothes on and you come aware of the strange musky odor that lingers in the room. `Hello is anybody there ` you whisper only to be replied by a soft humming voice `Well well well Timothy McGraver you naughty naughty boy. Trying to evade regulations and just pretend not to come of age.` You try to look in the direction the voice comes from only to see some vague shadow.
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