“'Dear
Mom and Dad,'
“'If
you're reading this, it's because I've decided...' Ugh. No. Wait. 'If
you're reading this, it means I'm...' Pfffff. 'I'm writing this
because--' No, no... Ugh. Fuck it.”
Clancy
heaves a sigh and closes the word processor window on his computer,
roughly shoving his chair back away from the desk and letting his
arms and head fall limp so that he's staring like a ragdoll up at the
ceiling. His whiskers twitch, his ears flatten backward against his
skull, and his bush

“Sweetling.
Dearheart. Lovey, come on. I need you awake for this.”
The
raccoon groans at the feeling of a soft hand gently patting her
cheek, tries to respond, and then gags on whatever apparatus has been
inserted into her mouth. She tries to roll over, tries to shake her
head wildly to dislodge it, and finds that not only have her limbs
been strapped down, but whatever it is has also been buckled or tied
to her, tight enough that she can't do more than wheeze and clench
her palate and tongu

The doberman awakens
with his head pounding and his vision blurry, lying naked on the soft
fabric of foreign bedsheets. It smells like a cheap motel room—stale
cigarette smoke, dust, a hint of mildew and the lingering scent of
occupants long-passed. How much had he had to drink at the club?
“Mm, fuck,” he
groans, sitting up and giving the room a woozy once-over, only to
have his mouth drop open in confusion. Everything, from the bed he's
resting on to the shelves across the room is enormo