While you’re lost between the two sides fighting for control of who you are, your ear catches the sound of a few people watching your situation take place within the enclosure. After a second you turn and notice it’s the clerk, the attendant, and some other person from the zoo.
Clerk: “You know, no one has ever been able to fight the hormones this long before, maybe this guy will make it.”
Attendant: “Maybe, but that would make it quiet difficult to get the breeding programs quota on tigers to where we estimated them to be. Being short one male tiger, who has already been accounted, inventoried, and tested. That could cause quiet a conundrum.”
Unknown Man: “We still have a day before that scenario can come true, and look at him, he’s struggling with it even now.”
Attendant: “Perhaps we can force…”
Groaning to yourself, you lose the rest of their conversation to the moan of the tigress in front of you. She seems to be loosing patience as you try to make sense of everything flowing through your mind. Rising up to all fours you notice you’ve become erect, as well as the intoxication of the individual feline begins flooding your mind with completely animalistic thoughts. Shaking it off one last time you dart in the opposite direction and find the corner at the far rear corner of the enclosure.
Finding yourself far from any other tiger in the enclosure you close your eyes tight hoping that you might wake up from this bad dream.