NOLA'S POV
I never thought I would ever be treated like a ball.
The tiger slapped me from the left to right, then from right to left again continuously, and my body rolled around in the ground under his tremendous force, trying with all my might to hold myself steady but it was in vain.
My strength became less and less, and the tiger was about to take me off my feet. Just then I noticed that the tiger's movement seemed to have stopped, and the power controlling my body had disappeared.
I lifted my head slightly and noticed through the corner of my eyes that the tiger had gone to the other side.
What's going on? Did the tiger get tired of playing and wanted to leave me alone?
I looked at the ground, propped up my body with both paws and struggled to stand up, trying to get away from
