"No way!" you shout, almost gagging at the thought. "What kind of pervert are you?" You try in vain to wiggle out of his furry hand.
The Scotty shakes his head, tsking. "Shame... It's been awhile for me. Oh well. Like I said before, I am rather hungry..." He leans forward, grinning at you, taking your other hand in his free paw. "Don't worry," he says, smirking. "I won't bite." He pauses, then adds, "I'll just swallow." He holds your wrists together as he opens his mouth widely, wider than you would've thought possible. You watch with horror as thin strings of saliva hang from the top of his mouth to the bottom. Before you know it, his hot breath is upon you as the canine mouth descends over your head.
