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"P-please, I beg of you!"

The poor tiger backed up against the wall in a panic, his face stricken with fear. He tried to grab for anything he could throw at the figures in front of them; a lamp, a few books, though all of it was useless. The impending shadow cast over him didn't help calm him down further. In his midst of fear, the male continued approaching, a burly green hand grabbing him from the back of his neck. All the stuff he had tried to throw had fallen to the floor or simply dodged. He was lifted from the ground almost effortlessly, a snarl rising up from the dragon keeping him aloft.

"Come on, I swear not to testify if you just leave me alone! I'll leave the city, the country even!" he attempted to compromise. He was met with a shake of the head.

"Sorry man, orders are orders. Plus, he doesn't exactly trust you." The dragon rumbled. He threw his head to the side, a loud crack coming from his bullish neck. Even while clothed, the tiger could tell that the guy was incredibly huge if being lifted with one hand didn't tell him that. Muscles bulged underneath the guy's suit, pectorals threatening to burst through along with his biceps. The whiskered dragon was clad in a tight black suit with a white button up underneath. His yellow and green eyes shone in the poorly lit apartment, making the feline squirm even more so under his grip.

"Please, have a heart!" he whined.

The dragon simply rolled his eyes. He'd heard that a lot when he took up this job, and while it was corny, sometimes it worked. Eventually, he just stopped caring since it made it difficult to work when shit hit the fan. He pinched the bridge of his wooden scaled nose and leaned in to the tiger's striped face. His oddly garden fresh scented breath rolled over the feline's face as he was met with another no.

The fear was understandable, though. Living in a town where you could disappear in the blink of an eye if you so much looked at the wrong person is rather terrifying. But it was his fault, no? Ignorance was very bliss in places like these and he just happened to have a very bad hand. The whiskered male just sighed as he tried to run away, forgetting that his feet were nowhere near the ground. At least he hadn't started calling him names yet.

"You fucking grunt, think for yourself, is any of this right?! He's gonna get caught for those missing owners sooner or later, even if I don't do anything!" The tiger yelled, spitting in his face.

There was a loud sigh before the tiger's rambling was silenced with his hand again, this time holding him from the mouth. He had to thank his genes, being large actually did help him life.

"Alright, enough of this crap." He grumbled. The dragon's free arm went into his pocket. He fumbled around, pulling something out. The tiger's squirming started anew. He'd finally realized that he could bite into the hand covering his mouth and did so, prompting a grunt of pain from the towering reptile. He tried to flee from the apartment, but something tugged his leg forcefully and he tumbled to the floor. Another cry for help was silenced by the dragon's massive foot.

"Try biting that, you ass. They always forget about the tail." He grinned down at him, putting a slight amount of pressure along the tiger's mouth before he switched to just covering his face with that massive paw. His toe claws dragged themselves along the sides of his face to remind him that any bad move was gonna end up much worse.

Finally, the dragon pulled out what he was looking for. The odd weapon was shaped like a small pistol, but had a thinner tunnel and held no bullets. He quickly pointed it at the tiger's torso and pulled the trigger. A yellow arc of lightning shot out from the gun, covering the feline's body in arcs of electricity. He writhed around in pain for a few moments, his cries silenced by the enormous and weighty dragon foot on top of his face. Right before his eyes, the feline's body started to shrink. His clothes became loose, every part of his being decreasing in size. Seconds passed as the dragon foot on top of him became larger and more intimidating, taking up more of his body. It was as big as his torso before it covered him from heel to his biggest toe. Eventually, he couldn't even see past the big guy's foot to see the grin on his face. Nothing but green covered his vision before his entire self was effectively smaller than one of his toes.

The dragon smirked and leaned down. He plucked the tiger up, the poor guy just inches tall. He put the gun back into his pocket and licked his lips at the feeble feline.

"See, there ya go. They didn't exactly go missing, just...couldn't be seen." He snickered. "Now, what to exactly do with you." He rumbled.

"Ahh, got it. Since you liked my feet so much considering you shut up after a second with 'em, let's get you guys together." The dragon raised up one of his feet, placing the tiger down on the floor. Before he could even think about moving, the large, impending sole crashed down above him. The monstrous digits were his only sign of light as he was rolled around, smothered and almost crushed by the titanic green foot. The eastern eventually placed him between two of his largest toes and made them cross to toy with him more. The feline squirmed and writhed around, the overpowering smell of his toes and fee making him groan. He couldn't hear his yells, but that didn't matter now. The tiger was soon free from the confines of his toes, the dragon crouching down and picking up the feline into his hand again.

"Now, consider yourself lucky I don't like killing. I'll let someone else deal with you, but for now..." he rumbled, a small smile on his muzzle. The dragon neatly unbuttoned his pants, revealing his boxer briefs. He let go, and the tiger descended into a new prison, a very tight clothed one with a meaty inmate. The dragon shuddered a bit, a low purr rising up from his throat once he felt the little guy squirming around down there again.

"Ooh, I may actually keep you myself. Feisty one I got." He muttered. He pulled out a pair of gloves and slipped them over his hands and cleaned up the living room of the apartment. He had to thank his lucky stars the guy lived on a somewhat vacant floor in the ghetto or this would have been much worse. Oh well, life of a hitman.