Torture and ***

The cage cuts into my skin.
The bars trap me so I can't run.
A dark hand reaches in and grabs me.
The man pulls me into an arena.

The arena is decorated in blood.
All of these people here,
Ready to watch me die.
Uncaring, remorseless. Cruel.

I move, trying to get away.
Suddenly I hit the floor.
I hear a crack and a scream.
I think the scream is mine.

The knife makes the first cut.
The pain is so unbearable.
I can't even breathe, let alone scream.
But I still try to get away.

Again, I hit the floor.
Again, I think that's my scream.
And then the knife cuts into me again.
Rivers of blood running down.

The man holds up my skin.
A prize as everyone cheers.
I look around at all of the trophies.
All of the blood. The pain.

I blink as my vision gets hazy.
I had a family. Children.
What will happen to them now?
I'll never be there for them.

But the man doesn't think like that.
He smiles as he looks at me, almost dead.
Such cruelty only humans could possess.
Disregarding my life so easily.

Disregarding me, just because we're different species.