He was aiming at the person's tongue. His eyes had no ounce of pity.
The hand was slowly pushing the fortified dried branch into his mouth.
"Uhh--ugh--urgh!"
The skinny tall raccoon man was struggling fiercely like a chicken who was about to taste the bitterness of life.
However, no matter what he did, the struggle did nothing.
Until the tip of the fortified dried branch touched the flesh of the raccoon man's tongue.
Blood started to drip, and saliva was gushing out and stocking in his mouth. But, since the person in front of him was uplifting his face with unbudging strength, it made the saliva gulp back into his throat and choked him.
Yet, this thing just added to his predicament as he could not cough. His throat started aching and tears gushing from his eyes and even from his nose. It was torture to himself.
Looking at his friend, the fat raccoon man had his eyes rounded into a ball with his body bathing in his sweats.
