The woods are lovely, dark and deep, but the jungle on the far side of the world is something else: some other kind of dark that steals the girls of the surrounding villages from their beds, enticing them to the wickedness within.

Once, a young boy ventured in and was tossed out, shaking under the burning sun. He claimed that the girls were there, void of clothing, void of any thought beyond the needs of their masters. Yes, he said they called the cats – puma, jaguar, leopard – called them their ‘masters’. He said that the cats’ eyes shone out from the shadows, and their gazes made his heart quiver.

[NOT FINISHED – im not used to creating a story in one go anymore]