Otis's POV：
I never thought I would ever be treated like a ball.
The tiger slapped me from left to right, then from right to left, and my body rolled around on the ground under its tremendous force, trying with all my might to hold myself steady but it was in vain.
My strength became less and less, and the tiger was about to take me off my feet. Just then I noticed that the tiger seemed to have stopped, and the power that was controlling my body disappeared.
I lifted my head slightly and noticed through the corner of my eye that the tiger had gone to the other side.
What's going on? Did the tiger get tired of playing and wanted to leave me alone?
I looked at the ground, propped up my body with both paws, and struggled to stand up, trying to get away from the giant beast, but just the
