You keep running, but suddenly two werecats leap from the sidedoors and without thinking you turn around, only to be confronted with more werecats from the front and side. There's no way you're gonna be able to get out of this, and in the blink of an eye they collectively leap at you and the only thing you can feel as you're pressed against the floor is the pounding of their weight. After a moment, the situation clears and they stand over you, four of them holding you by your arms and legs. The sweat of fear starts forming all over your body, and as if they smell it one of them says:"Are you afraid, little one? You should be." All you can bring out is a plea:"P-please don't eat me...", at which they heartily laugh. "Mrrrr...no, we have better ideas for you than just eating you right away. You could be quite a fun plaything for us, you know. There's nothing we can't do to you, especially seeing what we already did to you...", one of them gently starts nibbling at your ears, "...and that's just the start. Now, boys, what'll it be?"