Dealing with Tigers

“Do as you see fit,” he said, unlocking the iron cage and then turning to leave. The door closed, and I began to scream like mad! Insane! They’re all insane!! The disgusting mad dog broke through the iron gate, running towards me with its mouth open, drool flying. I tried to stand on the bed, backing into a corner, but my whole body was shaking, unable to control my weakening legs! My eyes were wide open, feeling it bite onto my shoe, dragging me towards it! I shook even more violently, trying to grip the bed with my hands, only managing to clutch the thin sheet! Being dragged back, I shook my head like a madwoman, despairingly closing my eyes, trying to bite onto something, but in the end, I was overwhelmed! My jaw trembled with effort, feeling a wet sensation on my leg, it was licking me! I let go of the bed and my teeth, struggling to turn around, but my shoe was once again caught in its mouth! It leaped up, almost standing on its hind legs, pulling my leg with such force that I slid off the bed, my buttocks hitting the ground hard. In pain, I watched as it set down my foot and started to climb up to lick my thigh! Please it? Or engage in bestiality? The very thought made me want to vomit! Its paws scratched at my shorts, its long, purple-red tongue and thick saliva were utterly repulsive! I inexplicably threw back my head in laughter, my eyes catching a small black dot embedded in the corner of the wall, a camera~ I laughed even more wildly! Shouting at it, “Qi Yufeng, why don’t you come in and watch yourself? This beast is just like you! Haha.” I lifted my other leg, kicking hard at its doggy eye! The unexpected kick sent it tumbling, and I immediately grabbed a cup to throw at its head. It raised a paw to block, and the cup ricocheted, hitting the wooden table before shattering on the floor. I grabbed the hot water bottle, almost throwing it, but its solid weight deterred me. I quickly climbed onto the bed, unscrewing the cap, but it was too late; the mad dog was already charging at me, barking angrily! I bent to grab the wooden table to swing at it, but it leaped, its paws reaching me, embracing the table to kick at me. I pushed the table away, and its body, along with the table, crashed to the ground. I poured the boiling water over it! The hiss of boiling water, the dog’s pitiful howls, its tender red skin, the twitching limbs, and the rising steam from its fur filled all my senses. My eyes seemed flattened, losing focus. Without hesitation, I threw the hot water bottle at it, a groan. It reminded me of the earlier lustful cries, a heat rising within me, my body trembling uncontrollably. I got off the bed, picked up a piece of glass, and started to scrape my thigh; the saliva on it hadn’t dried, it stank! I trembled more and more, scraping harder without feeling pain, only the stench!