You don't have much time to think. The gigantic male red-tail hawk's eyes are widening, his beak ajar with the rim of his lower mandible glistening with saliva. He takes a step forward with one of his enormous, black-taloned feet, causing the floorboards below you to shake as dust descends from the roof above, the whole house quivering beneath his movement.
You look around. Behind him is the hole in the attic in which he carried you. Perhaps, if you're quick, you may be able to run through in between his legs and jump out the collapsed wall. However, one false move or second of lethargy, and his tail end will descend upon you like a ton of bricks. On the other hand, behind you is the latch for the attic door. One firm stomp should knock it open so you can jump into the barn below, but a moment wasted will mean finding yourself trapped in his sharp, black beak. The hawk's heavily-bobbing, muscular, fluid-dripping, vein-sprawling penis nears as the hawk takes another step, drooling hungrily over his prey which he eyes with greater excitement each fleeting second.
"Time's up!" bellows the bird, reeling his head back to lunge at you!
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