The butcher, puzzled by such a massive order, decided one day to find out what she was really doing with all that meat—and what he discovered was beyond anything he could have imagined.

The old woman was small and hunched, wrapped in a worn-out coat, her wrinkled hands gripping the handle of a dented metal cart.

“Forty kilos, same as always,” she said softly, sliding a neat stack of bills across the counter.

The young butcher weighed the slabs in silence, trying not to stare. Forty kilograms—every single day. At first, he assumed she was feeding a large family, but as the weeks passed, nothing changed.

She never spoke much, never made eye contact, and carried a faint metallic scent—like rust and rain mixed with something darker.

Soon, whispers rippled through the market:

“She’s feeding a pack of dogs.”
“No, she runs a secret diner somewhere.”
“Maybe she’s hoarding meat for winter.”

The butcher dismissed the gossip at first, but curiosity began to gnaw at him. Finally, on a freezing evening, he decided to follow her.

He waited until she left, dragging her heavy cart through snow-dusted streets. She moved slowly but with purpose, heading toward the edge of town. Past rows of abandoned garages, she stopped at a crumbling factory—one that had been shut down for more than a decade.

She slipped inside, pulling the cart behind her. Twenty minutes later, she reemerged—empty-handed.

The next day, it happened again. And the day after.

By the third evening, unable to resist, the butcher crept inside after her. The air was thick with the stench of iron and something wild.

Then he heard it—a low rumble that made his blood run cold.

Peering through a crack in the wall, he froze.

In the cavernous hall stood four enormous lions, their golden eyes flickering in the dim light. Bones and meat scraps littered the floor.

In the corner, on a tattered armchair, sat the old woman, stroking one of the beasts and whispering,

“Easy, my darlings… soon you’ll fight again. The people will come to watch…”

The butcher staggered back, heart pounding. One of the lions roared, shaking the entire building. The woman’s head snapped up.

“What are you doing here?!” she hissed—her voice half human, half animal.

Terrified, the butcher bolted outside and called the police.

When officers arrived, the truth was revealed. The woman had once been a zoologist—one who rescued the lions when the local zoo shut down, determined to keep them from starving.

But years of isolation, hunger, and despair had twisted her purpose. What began as compassion had become something darker—a secret menagerie sustained by obsession.