"My intention is not to disgrace you. This is a necessary step in the manufacturing process. It is to make sure your meat is perfect when we eat you."

Haru remembered as the chief of the Shishigumi, a mafia of lions, opened the door to a bathtub for her to bathe in with a remote. The tub was filled with water, but also with what looked to be spices and aromatics... they truly were intending to eat her, only she figured that it would involve a lot more blood than what she's used to. She would be torn apart, ripped to shreds and devoured by lions; a fitting turnabout for a disgrace to the natural order like her, she reasoned.

After her bath, she was left standing before her predator, her confidence shattered as her life flashed before her eyes. Her childhood... her schooling days... from the days she discovered her promiscuity and depended on it like a crutch... to the days when she discovered her voraciousness and clung onto that instead. So many animals taken advantage of... maybe she deserved this?

"No."

The answer appeared in her mind, in the form of three faces. The three faces of the people she genuinely cared about. The people whom she finally found a connection to... would they want her to let herself die? To give up her life out of some... imaginary debt to the universe?

She could hear them, even in their own difficult situations, encouraging her. Caring for her. ...loving her?

Perhaps a bit too far there, but once again, she felt something welling up within her much like when she devoured her first prey. Only, it wasn't just a feeling of satisfaction or the thrill of her new capabilities. It was the will to survive, a newfound determination that refused to simply lay down and accept her fate, or her natural role as prey.

There was only one way out of this mess... and it was right in front of her.

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