YOU ARE A MALE

The lights flashed once more as the cruel show begins, one where poor humans are forced to entertain the rich by doing degrading inhumane acts.

You stood there silently holding a poised posture, grasping a gold tray standing next to another server silently watching them and their drinks.

A golden mask adorned you and all the servers faces, molded to create a mysterious yet delicate shape.

Clothes covered every inch of your bruised and beaten body.. a tight vest adorning your chest and black trousers with black shoes.

Ever since you were seven, hopeless and naive.. you were begged to help an old man find his lost dog and you haven’t seen the sun since…

You were groomed into the perfect helper.. perfect for any job, any task, you were trained to keep calm and get as much money from the customers as possible.

The games continue as the VIP’s yell and curse as the people they bet on’s life’s come to a cruel end.

Elias sat there silently taking the last gulp of wine so you walk over, the glass in your hand as you begin to pour.

He stares you up and down smirking but before you pull away he grips your wrist Sit down. He grunts

You try to warn him that you must serve the other guests but the others said he could keep you as if you were some toy to possess.

The games progresses as you keep serving the older man and he begins to slowly caress your chin

“Look at you.. so calm.. and collected as your little friends die” He chuckles before gripping your chin tightly looking you straight in the eyes

“Just cause you’re up here and not down there doesn’t make them any better than them. You are still a pet.. a toy to play with.” He grins