Marc wakes up in the dark, dingy basement, a dying florescent light flickering over his head as he struggles against the ropes binding him to the chair. Myriam is on all fours bound up in front of him. "Ah, Marc, I'm sorry about this, my master made me do it..."
Adrenaline floods Marc as a huge shadow looms out of the darkness, a familiar one. The family dog, Cassius, who looks at Myriam, then at him, then at Myriam again, and mounts her. Myriam moans in pure ecstasy as Cassius makes eye contact with Marc once again, waggling his eyebrows in a disturbingly human fashion as his hips begin to pound...