Lion's Traps

God seems to have forgotten you. Maybe you are too far from civilization for him to notice your ill-fated life. You feel a heavy breathing seconds before a heavy weight slams you to the ground. You land face first in a puddle of mud. A thick tongue licks up your cut leg, inciting a new wave of pain as it's slickened with lion spit. You feel the warm on your ankles as a tightening force pulls you into the tiger's wet maw. Your thighs are quickly forced into the greedy gullet of the feline. His tongue laps at your face as your head slips into his maw. The lion's breath washes over you. It's like dog breath, but about ten times more powerful. The scent of long dead animals clings to you as the hungry big cat lathers your face with saliva.