You realize you may have made a mistake and quickly shut your mouth. Bailey doesn't quite do the same, though her moans are minor right now.

The lumberjack looks at you for a moment, though why or what he's hoping to discern is beyond your comprehension. All you know is that he's standing there, and frankly, you're glad that he's not trying to kill you right now.

But then he does come over to your cage and grabs the bars as he takes a closer look, rattling and shaking it a little, even.
You go limp with terror.
End Of Story

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