The Lion's Den:
The apartment is inhabited by two man-eaters. The two big cats stalk and bring their kills home to lick off the first layer of skin, then they feed. Usually 6 to 8 weeks and they've stripped the male carcasses down to the bone and dump the bones out into the cold night. These bones of men lay on the street for some time, slowly they begin to reformulate back into men and walk the long walk back to visitor parking. On the drive home some men realize that they've not been fully reconstituted and something is missing, sometimes it's their heart, sometimes their sanity. Some will go back and try to get it back from the Lioness's, others just keep waiting for their missing parts to grow back.
I was lucky for when they got their claws into me there was nothing left for them to take from me, I had been stripped down to bones years ago. I still on occasion drop by the Lions den to see what was on the most recent menu; "eh, mostly small game" I say, oh well "happy hunting girls". I'll let them gnaw on my bones if they're hungry enough, but only for the weekend.
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