A deafening scream rang through the clouds. It was almost not the voice of a human. Because it was not the voice of a human, I refused to admit in the next decades that it was my scream.
I knew I was going to die.
At that time, my mind was clear. I thought that even if he was so miserable to fall into the hands of the wet stone and really let the Tibetan mastiff eat me as I wished, I could already have that dreamlike time with him. I had no regret in my life with that delightful night.
But why was he still so scared?
The Tibetan Mastiff licked my face with its huge blood-red tongue. I shivered and closed my eyes. I knew that such a proud giant would lick it before devouring food. I wanted to taste the taste of my prey. I hoped it would not be its taste.
Its claws scratched out blood f
