https://youtu.be/R1OuttX6RXs
That weirdo group hogged the news headlines for a few weeks. Freaky story, several mysterious disappearances, an inkling of involvement by corrupt officials, and at least two murders linked to the case. All sounded too good to be true if you're a journalist, too awful if you're a regular joe, to the point your brain would disconnect and bury whatever you've just read in a deep mental grave, some pieces in one case with the rest of your traumas and the rest, in the same bin where you put the scraps of whatever soap opera you've watched last.

I was halfways between the two reactions. I got to them expecting nothing, maybe praying for it to be nothing, something like that. But obviously, the other side of the coin is that the whole thing would be crazy enough to be true. That's the thing, I saw them, these sickos are every bit as awful as the papers claimed, they have no respect for panther lives. The only thing that these people respect is the fruit...

From what I could gather, the thing grew up in vitro during the early stages of its existence, then was planted right there in this room. As for the sacks at its... feet? Can we call em that? Yeah, turns out they're its offspring. The buds for next Spring. The thing's reproducing, just like a plant. What are they growing into, even they don't know, I just saw them twitch and pulsate and that was enough for me. Whether or not it takes its nourrishment from blood sacrifices of infants, I couldn't verify, I suppose it might as well be the case. I wasn't allowed close enough to the large tanks containing the dark red feeding fluids to identify their contents but the smell already was horrific far from them as I was, and I sure didn't look downstairs, which according to them, encloses much refined botanical material alongside most of the thing's internal organs. And the screams... they almost got me back to religion AND 90° back to being convinced there is no god.

It screamed like an inbred mountain lion on crack. I... I think those were screams of pain! I wanted to jump there and disconnect the tubes so as to allow the wretched thing to die, but I composed myself. Who knows what would've become of me if I didn't. Smoked by these weirdos, or worse, made into another of their disgusting pet projects. How such sophisticated people considered this horrid mess of veins and organs as an achievement is beyond me, but then again so is the entire thing and I'm certainly not on the same shelf as those fancy pants. One thing I can be sure to take to the bank, is that the whole circus definitely caused me nausea, and I want to lay down for a bit, perhaps go for a vacation very far. Somedays I feel like civilization is a fever dream, and I'll wake up nude and feral in a cave, merciful rain water dripping down my muzzle, not knowing any better.