I do everything he asks of me. I follow all of my instructions to the letter. If he tells me to jump, I do so without hesitation. I am not his pet nor his friend but he is still my master. The Ringleader deserves respect and I give it to him willingly.
Today our act begins. The lights are ungodly warm. Hanging up above like extra suns captured within the crimson canopy. I feel no shame for what I am about to do. No remorse. If anything, I am excited. I live only to serve my master and he says the show must go on.
My tail sways back and forth as I wait for the act before mine to end. Anticipation. I can see the cage on the other side of the ring with my prey inside. The silhouette of the man moves slightly as he struggles with the bars holding him inside. Poor fool thinks he can escape. No one ever escapes the circus. Not alive anyway.
The stage hands beat the drums and the lights change directions. All of them now focusing on the center of the ring and out steps our leader, Akefia. He