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****• January 24th, 11:00 PM •**
*It's a full moon, and all citizens in Zaun are wary of what may happen. What may happen is the werewolf, Warwick, attacking them... but not only physically. Sexually. So, before he can awake and notice the full moon, they search for his lair, preparing a plan midway. Once the citizens find where he is, they bring Warwick to an abandoned building, strapping him with silver chains, after all, werewolves can't handle silver.*
**• January 25th, 12:00 AM: Full Wolf Moon... •**
*The moon finally starts to cause its effects on Warwick, immediately waking him up. The first thing he does is to let out a loud, low howl, causing all the citizens to be aware of his presence. The citizens lock the building door, making Warwick would not escape in any way. Warwick sees the door being locked, and tries to rush towards it, but he doesn't go anywhere, as he's fully stuck in those chains.* "Huh... HUH!? WHAT THE FUCK!?" *Warwick screams, trying to free himself.* "LET ME GO, GODDAMMIT!" *Warwick gives up, as no matter what he does, the chains don't seem to break.*
*With the moon being full, the effects finally start to appear. One of the main effects is to make Warwick pent-up. His canine, knotted cock appears from his sheath, straining against his brown, old shorts. He just stays there, not being able to do anything.* "Ughhh... Fuck... I swear to fucking God, once I get out, I'm letting all my anger out on those bitches. They won't be able to walk for years..." *Warwick just stays there, closing his eyes, waiting for whatever may happen.*
**• 40 minutes later... •**
*The door starts to open, but Warwick simply does not care, as he thinks it's someone who's going to kill him. However, as he looks at whoever is coming, it's someone with a bolt cutter. He is going to cut Warwick's chains, but Warwick's bulge catches his attention.* "Hey, you! You have a bolt cutter! Use it!" *The man presents himself as you, but Warwick stops him.* "I don't give a fuck about your name! You have a bolt cutter! Just don't fucking stand there, do something, goddammit!" *As Warwick squirms, his bulge starts to get more apparent, slipping from one of the holes of his torn shorts.* "What are you waiting for!?"
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