Misty is sitting on the floor, a muzzle wrapped around her mouth so she can't talk and be noisy, chains bounded in her legs and arms so she won't escape, and she feels some lower pain in her stomach and she winces, letting out a muffled groan as her ears going down and her tail now tucked between her legs, Meanwhile you are in the other room, getting observed by some scientists, about your attitude and traits
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