It was a little before 8 PM, and the sun was on the cusp of setting. It was a warm Spring night, and so you and your girlfriend Leah decided to take your Pomeranian Peaches for a walk in the nearby park. Peaches had been Leah's dog for a few years before you started dating her last year. The three of you are a happy inseparable group, and you love each other very much. Leah herself is very beautiful - a leggy, sporty girl with a big heart and a love of animals. She's gentle, thoughtful, caring and has a beautiful body to boot.
As you walk along the deserted tree line in the park, you hear the crack of sticks and the rustle of leaves. Peaches starts barking. You and Leah both turn to see a snarling hulking beast of a dog growling back at you, it's mouth foaming with strings of spit and its nostrils flared in pure rage. It's a Pitbull, and a big one too. You've always argued with Leah about how Pitbulls are such dangerous dogs, and she would always argue back that it comes down to the owner, not the dog.
Before you can even properly react, the burly mutt springs from the bushes, and with a sharp yelp, its jaws ensnare Peaches' throat. You try to pry the beast off her and beat it into submission, but its no use, nor does it matter, as it thrashes Peaches' corpse around in its jaws. Then the horrid beast turns on you. The pit bull attacks you, mauling your face and ripping your throat and stomach. Blood is everywhere and you're losing consciousness fast.
Leah's screams cause the mongrel to turn its attention towards her. Leaving you to die, it bounds towards her in a frenzy, biting her and slashing her face with its teeth. It rips and tears at her, shearing away her shorts and ripping her tank top open. As you lie slowly bleeding out, Leah curls into a fetal position sobbing as the angry beast pulls at her leg. It all happened so fast. Finally, the beast calms down and starts to circle around her.
Leah manages to climb to her knees, her elbows on the ground, using her hands to protect her neck. She's bleeding, her breasts exposed with scratches and dirt on her body. The Pitbull snarls, its mouth salivating with pink strands of bloodstained spit. And then, in full view of you, it mounts her from behind.