The Arena
Being captive in a world run by money and power, where everything is possible if you got the two.
Sighing deeply, my feet went over the lion and knelt down to its side. I grabbed her neck, squeezed hard, easing her to the imminent death. It wanted to get out from the grip but I hold on.
The lion clawed with the littlest strength left on her but still I clung, until the last writhing breath of the lion was made and life finally left her. "Bye, at least you got to be the only beast there. I'm so sorry, I had to .." I whispered kissing the head of the lion, bidding my goodbye.
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