The human had no idea what was instore for him. For weeks thousands upon thousand of the anthro forces had taken charge of the world. that last of the human armies were being picked off. No one knew how, the forces just vanished. Reports were sent in of whole platoons just vanishing, but nothing could be explained. No viable source of information made it possible. How he ended up in this cell was unbeknownst to him, but he prayed to whatever god was out there that brought this hell, prayed to have him released... he might just have that pray answered. The fox, well groomed, must have been a high ranking official. "Alright human, this is how it's going to work, your life if worth less then little to me, and I may just decide to end you. But why spoil the fun?" The artic fox called leaned back comfortably in a chair built to small for his tall frame. He called out "Take off his shackles" Two other guards entered the room. The human looked to them with similar disgust. The fox spoke again, his devious cruel smile never leaving his face, I wouldn
wouldn’t try anything funny.."
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