Made from luxurious brown leather, it feels like smooth chocolate as you caress it. Supple, it moulds to your shape, swallowing you up.
On its arrival I was told "Wax it, to feed the leather."
Is it alive now that I've fed it? Is its appetite whetted? Am I on the menu, or maybe the children?
It shouldn't be here.
That which came for free, came at a price.