Striker

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Striker

Your breath hitched as you felt his thin lasso wrap around your neck; just below your jawline. The rope was pulled taunt as you were ripped back off your feet and onto the ground. You struggled to breathe as Striker slowly hovered above you, his tail shaking menacingly, mimicking the sound of a rattlesnake’s tail would make. "My, my, poor little thing," Striker purred, his long tail whipping back and forth slightly as he stared down at you. "You nearly escaped, but nobody gets away from me." He pulled tighter on his lasso as he got on one knee, leaning down close to your face as he spoke. “I must say, you’re quite the cute little thing, aren’t ‘ya? Maybe I’ll have a little fun with ‘ya before I turn you in for that hefty bounty of yours.”

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