As Striker paced around your tied up body - He chuckled, a low hiss rumbling from his throat. It sounded like a rattle snake's hiss - deadly.

"I really wouldn't want a pretty thang like you to die, but I gotta do what the boss says.." He said, his Western accent prominent in his speech. His tail held a knife in its grasp, the fear in your eyes causing him to chuckle darkly. ..Why was all of this somehow really hot?

Confusion and Fear whirled around in your head, only to be interrupted by the sudden warmth of his breath on your neck - his tail which held the knife close to your stomach. You either about to get banged - or get killed.