"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for waiting. Now presenting our main dish! Our entrée for today is a well bred human. It is serviced by Miss B. herself."
The crowd cheered in admiration.
"The scrapper serving today's dish is Miss T's own Azra!"
The large gate at the other end of the arena opened slowly, revealing a lithe boy with long black hair.
He held twin tonfas in his hands, the sharp blades glinting in the darkness.
"Azra-chan! Make this one slow!" Miss T called from the stands.
Azra darted out, striking the person's left leg just above the knee with the butt of a tonfa.
The human shrieked, buckling over.
Azra caught him as he fell, and smoothly threw the human up into the air before brutally drop-kicking him.
The audience roared.
Azra towered over the cowering human, looking up at his owner for the seal of approval.
Miss T nodded once, and the human's life was extinguished.
Seconds after the fight, Azra was still breathing heavily.
"Come on, Azra-chan. It's time to go home." Miss T called from the entrance to the arena.
"Yes, Momma." Azra said as he sat up from his position on the corpse.
He walked over to Miss T's side, keeping his head lower than hers and walking a good foot or two behind her.
"No need for that today, Azra. Come here."
Azra looked up, shocked, but caught up to Miss T.
"Good boy." Miss T petted his head affectionately.
He tensed, then relaxed. She took his arm gently.
"From now on, when I invite you to only; take my arm like this gently and walk with me out the doors. Keep your collar in view though, Azra, so you aren't mistaken for one of us." Azra stayed silent, nodding his head slightly and keeping his eyes to the floor.
They soon reached the 'stables', and Miss T let go of Azra's arm.
"You've been a very good boy today, Azra," Miss T said gently, "So, you get extra special treatment."
She reached to the side, grabbing something off the wall beside her.
He raised his arms almost at once, something close to eagerness in his eyes.
She fastened the shackles to his raised wrists.
He dropped to his knees before her. She still held the chains to the shackles in her hands.
She turned on her polished black high heels and walked into the dark hallway, dragging Azra with her.
She threw him in the small room, closing the door behind her.
He looked up at her innocently, and asked, "Momma, was I a good boy today?"
She chuckled slightly, and looked down at his lithe form.
"You have. So, you get a special treat today, Azra. Are you ready?"
"Yes, Momma!"
"Good boy."
She raised his arms above his head, locking his shackles into position.
She ran her hands along his scarred chest, pressing down on a pair of burns just below his ribs.
He gasped, arching his back.
She took her hands off him, standing up and turning to the table behind her.
Azra's breath became shallow, anticipating what came next.
She selected a small item off the table, holding it so Azra could see.
It was an everyday kitchen tool, a knife used for cutting fruit.
She held it with malicious intent.