Blocking your path is what appears to be the largest panther you've ever seen! It's obvious that this is no ordinary panther, though. For starters, his body fills up almost the entire width of the hallway (which is very wide indeed). It looks like he had to squeeze his way into your office, and his body curves around the hallway. Second, his body, while very cat-like, also appears to resemble that of a well-toned human man, just covered in sleek, black fur that shines in the moonlight shining through the glass. He's laying on his stomach, propping himself on his elbows with his paw-hands folded neatly.
You're frozen in the hallway, not sure what to do. First you try pinching yourself, slapping yourself in the face, rubbing your eyes. After all, you were working pretty late; maybe you fell asleep at your desk. But none of these do the trick. The panther man just smiles at you, amused by your actions. You know this isn't a dream.
Next, you're compelled to jump out of the building through the glass wall. You stop yourself, realizing it's a two-story drop (and the stories themselves are pretty tall) and that you'd probably die, if not, get seriously injured, if you tried. If you went back into your office, the panther would likely wait for you to come back out, perhaps move closer.
Your only option is to approach the panther, so you cautiously inch your way in his direction. He still has a smile on his large, feline muzzle and a twinkle in his golden eyes. After what feels like an eternity, you are standing in front of his front paws. Meanwhile, the panther just watches you, looking you over and shifting around ever so slightly on the carpet.
"Hello," he speaks in a deep, growling voice. The rush of panther breath hits you, and you can't help but crinkle your nose at the stench of raw meat. The panther acknowledges your action and, in one quick move, scoops you up in one of his meaty paw-hands. You shriek in fear, squirming in the panther's grasp. You try pushing your body out of the panther's paw, but to no avail. His paw pads squeeze against your body in an almost comforting way. The panther quickly puts an end to your fighting by leaning into his paw and licking up your trembling body. His rough cat tongue feels like a slightly damp towel being swiped across your front. Your face is now covered in the odor of the panther's rotten breath. When you finally rub the panther saliva from your eyes, you make out his round face staring dreamily at you.
"You'll make a nice toy," the panther growls lustfully. And for once, you are able to blurt out a cohesive answer.
"T-toy?!"
"Of course," laughs the panther. "I marked you with my scent, thus making YOU-" The panther leans in close, his eyes widening as they stare deep into yours. "-my property," the large cat declares proudly, pointing at you with his other paw, the claw on his finger dangerously close to your chest.
"Please, no... They'll come looking for me... I have a life..." You nervously mumble as many excuses as you can, but the cat slowly shakes his head.
"You're my toy now, and I can do whatever I want with you until you die," the panther purrs as the endless possibilities race through his mind.
"Just let me go! I'll do anything!" You've had it to the point where you just want to leave, to escape your tormentor and a life of slavery to a giant anthropomorphic panther.
"Perhaps I can make you an offer," the panther suggests to calm you down- and it works. You eventually settle back down and listen to his offer, resting your arms on the top of the panther's furry paw. The panther speaks again, "You can either serve the rest of your life in my domain, pleasuring me as your king, or..." the panther grins slightly, "I could offer you temporary servitude to me, and let you go after a while... Perhaps I'll even grant you immortality..."
You think it over quickly, not wanting to anger the panther. Eventually, you make up your mind. You would rather...