Thanks? No, this was murder. A murder orgy, if you will. There was nothing of gratitude here, except for the thanks that you were so delicious and contain so much blood. Your ass got black widowed. Preying mantised, if you will. You know how Mick told Rocky “Women weaken legs?” In your case, women make everything weak. You’re better off as a rage ghost, as a dragon, you were screwed, then you were torn apart and eaten.