cheshireboy
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He sat there crossed legged in the cage. the moon rays barely shined through the few small windows they were granted...beam highlighting another figure. some were bronzed skin...others pale as a kiss, and even more had the toned muscles whipped into submission. they all knew what was to come; they all could feel the evening rising in their viens; this is why some were captured...this is why others were born. a single night to define their existance. But he sat there with a half grin on his face, his role was different, he wasn't to be part of the games at all. So he enjoyed watching the others squirm in their cages, watching them give out silent prayers to unknown gods. Oh yes, he laid back where a single finger rapped out a melody upon the bars.
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