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An immense pain shoots through me as the Doberman digs its teeth into my arm. Through the force he uses to jump against me, we are knocked down together on the hard floor. A sandpaper textured floor, scrapes parts of my skin open upon contact. Blood seeps out over my skin, drenching my sleeve. He holds strongly onto my arm, wriggling sideways, hitting him into his head. Nothing seems to work. Until a shot is fired, barely missing us both. My eyes shoot open as with the sound I thought my life would pass by me. The Doberman releases its grasp on me. I let out a scream of pain when his small knife like teeth are pulled out of my flesh. Both whimpering, the Doberman slowly retreats, while I roll on my back. A clear click of a shotgun can be heard, recharging for its next possible shot. Pressi
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