Ben opened his mouth to object, but the great hand swept around and seized his jaw. His head was turned back and forth as the giant woman peered at his face, his eyes, his teeth. She cooed happily.
"Oh, boy, this is so very wonderful! It's so hard, you see, to breed true! Your sister has many admirable qualities, yes! So loyal, such lovely golden hair... but it doesn't breed true! Mutts, only, however many times I try. I was in such dispair, pretty boy! But now, breeding within the same line... very good chances, very good!" She laughed musically, too high and fine a sound for so large a being.
Ben stuttered. "Buh... breeding? You've been breeding my sister? You want me to what? No. No, no, no, we're leaving. Amy, come on!" he turned to his sister. She grabbed his wrist and hung her head, looking down at the floor.
Above and behind him, the giant woman clucked her tongue. "You don't want to? Silly boy. Of course you do. Do you not love her, your sister? Is she not a pretty thing? Here, I will help."
A band of ice wrapped around his neck. Huge hands, strong as iron, covered in velvet, grabbed his arms. The band slithered and tightened. He couldn't breath.
"Silly, silly boy. Your kind would be so much stronger if you would not tie yourselves up and hold yourselves back. Do not worry, boy. When my bond is on you, no other is. Being my hound is a special freedom, yes, yes..."