(I KNOW RIGHT? XD I can barely keep up with my current RPs but I loved this prompt so much)
Allen shivered and curled up tighter, leaning against the bars of his small cage. He could hear the chatter from the crowd as the tent filled, and sighed. He would be made to perform again tonight. He was tired, hungry, and sore from being cooped up in his cage for hours… but the ringmaster didn’t care. All he cared about was profit. He knew Allen wanted to leave… and Allen’s acts were some of the crowd favorites. So, he locked Allen up, caging him like his circus animals. And like an animal, he was forced to perform for the crowd. If he refused, or didn’t do well enough, he was whipped. His body still bore the scars from his first days of imprisonment, when he tried to refuse or flee, and newer lashes still ached.
He heard shuffling footsteps approaching, and looked up curiously. It was far too early for the ringmaster to come get him… but maybe someone would bring him something to eat before today’s performance.
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