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I walked into my home, our beautiful Bengal Tiger waiting for me on the couch. She got up and approached me, rubbing her soft fur against my body, asking for petting. I got down to the floor and began rubbing around her ears, her purr practically vibrating my entire body. Then she took a nip, a playful one, asking for a bit of a tussle. I did not reciprocate, beginning to stand up.
She pushed me back to the ground, licking my arm, her rough clawed tongue digging into my skin. Then she bit. Her teeth dug into my arm, painfully, but her paw held me, pressing my chest into the tiled floor. I struggled, to no avail. She wrapped her teeth around my neck.