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Diesel is a ' vicious' Doberman, at least that's what people say about him. He looks tough and looks as if he can harm anyone with his huge teeth, height and strength.
He acts to...
What the-? He's getting closer and closer to my neck. What is he doing? Why am I not stopping him?
I... I hate this mutt! Don't I? My heart... it's beating fast. My breathing is staggered. What's happening?
Whats going on? Is he going to... devour me? I feel his breath on my fur. Why am I not acting upon this? I feel like I'm paralysed.
Why do I have a feeling that I want him to devour me? Am I scared of him? Is this my natural instincts kicking in? What if I don't hate him? No I do hate him! I loathe him! At least I think I hate him.
Why can't I figure this out? Why am I still here? Why am I not acting on this? My thoughts are swirling around like a whirlpool. Why can't I do anything?
Help...... me.......
Diesel's POV:
I want to groom him. My mouth is close, very close. I can almost feel his fur on my lips. His cologne filling my nose.
But... he looks terrified of me. I just want to protect him, care for him. I want him to be with me. But the question I keep asking myself is how. How am I feeling this? I have just met him! Yet... I just have this urge jut to care for him.
My tongue came in contact with his fur. His breath hitched in his throat.
I started licking the fur and untangling the strands. I bit down a bit to reach the fur near the skin and continued licking.
Wait... what am I doing? I hastily got away from him.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean-! Please forgive me." I said looking at the floor. I couldn't make eye contact. "Excuse me."
I knew there was a fire exit out the back. I rushed through the maze of props and boxes and too the fire exit. Barging it open and into the breeze. The door slamming behind me.
How could I do that? How could I groom him. He's a deer and I'm a Doberman. I covered my snout in my paws. Trailing mg hands up my snout and past my large satellite dish ears. They were flattened against my head until I removed my hands which made them spring up again.
I pulled my phone out of my pocket. We had been gone for 25 minutes. I unlocked my phone. My paws were shaking a lot. My thoughts all over the place but one thought took control of me.
Call Heidi.
I went to my contacts and clicked on Heidi's contact. Pressing the green call button, I brought my phone up to my ear. Waiting for her to answer.
Heidi's POV:
I had just done my dance audition. Diesel and Louis were no where to be seen.
I sat on the bench and taking sips of my water that Sheila got me from the vending machine back stage.
My phone started vibrating in my pocket.
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