Just another average day.. i thought, staring up at my ceiling go out there..kill someone, come back, eat. the basics.. AND FOR TONIGHT'S SPECIAL...TRIXIE CINDERVALE! i hear the announcer yell, interrupting my thoughts it annoyed me to no end, but i had to deal with it, like any other day, the guards at my post grabbed me by my chains, pulling me out, they removed my muzzle, and the shackles. BEGIN! the announcer yelled, and i lunged, biting down on my opponents neck, using my claws to spill his guts, which flopped onto the sandy floor with a slop, i got up shortly after, blood soaking my jaws, killing someone is what i was used to, i didn't want to at first, but knew i had to, in order to not get shocked, or end up like my opponent, i shuddered inwardly at that thought, and was led away, back to my cell, i was re shackled, and had the muzzle placed back on my mouth it's not the best, but hey, at least it's something, as horrible as it sounds. i lay down, staring at the ceiling, imaging the night sky instead, a cozy bed.. "here's your food" one of my guards spat, placing it in front of me, i glanced down at it "thank you.." i said, halfheartedly, looks like my portions were rationed again, i hated it, but it's food. i ate it, and planned to escape, the guard took off my muzzle and shackles so i could eat, and must've forgot to put them back on after i was done, i laid back down, and continued to stare at the ceiling, i really really hate it here, i miss home. miss my childhood, im only 13, i shouldn't have to do this, should do this at all, if i'm honest, i don't know what my future holds, but i hope it's not more of this. i noticed night approaching. yes! i can escape! i thought, and crept quietly through the middle of the arena, and slip through the gate, and started to run, finding an alleyway to hide in, i heard a voice, a raspy one, at that, i poked my head out from behind the large trash can, isn't it that the famous clown? he was on the phone with someone, before noticing me, i realized, and hid behind the trashcan "hang on, oz, there's a kid in the alleyway" the clown said, and stepped closer to me, i held my breath, fearing he was the same as my mom "kid, are you okay?" he said, raspy voiced, i figured he always sounded like that "..no" i finally squeaked out, his gaze flickered over my scars, some fresh, some healing. "I'm fizz, what about you?" he asked. "Trixie.." i mumbled, fiddling with the hem of my shirt "oz can i bring this kid home?" fizz said, to the person named 'oz' "sure, fizzy frog" oz said. Fizz's eyes light up "thank you!" fizz said, gleeful, and helped me up, leading me back to his house, i was surprised at the size of it, to think i would have my own bed soon! i couldn't wait, but i had no clothes, besides the ones on me, of course, i didn't realize that 'oz' was the sin of lust, i was startled, as anyone would be. "so, you must be the kid fizzy frog was talking about" ozzie said. i nodded, too surprised to speak "and your name is..?" ozzie asked. "trixie." i managed to squeeze out. "i'm asmodeus, you can call me ozzie, though" i slowly nodded, ozzie, got it. "okay." i finally said. anyways, im 19 now, it seems like yesterday when i write about this. they adopted me, i have a girlfriend now, and i'm friends with two great people, husk and angel. i was 14 when they officially adopted me, with my biological dad's permission, of course, my mom begrudgingly obliged, i was surprised when she agreed, but she probably got bribed for it, by who? dad, probably. anyways, i'm tired, good night