It had been two days since he had been tossed into this dank, dark prison cell and chained to the wall like he was some sort of animal. A metal collar fastened his neck to the concrete wall, while similar cuffs shackled his wrists. A single lightbulb hung from the ceiling and flickered dimly...all day, twenty-four seven. Not like time mattered...no one had disturbed him since he was put in here...but that was about to change. A sound of jingling keys woke the human up from his nap, head jerking upright as a lone figure entered into the room. It seemed to be an anthropomorphic fox, eight feet tall. The canine wore no shirt, revealing it's well built upper body. Looking down, the human saw he was wearing camo-esque pants with two pairs of black combat boots covering his huge paws. The fox's yellow eyes flickered onto the human for a few moments, before he stepped out of the hallway. Within moments, he returned, a plastic chair in his ivory handpaws. He set the chair down a foot away from the chained human and slumped down into it with a chuckle. "Well well well....what do we have here...a disgusting little human..." the fox grinned down as the human glared in return.
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