"Honey is sweet and delicious and smells wonderful. You can add it to a soothing tea and watch the thick mass slowly dissolve in the mug. I could feel the honey melting and heating inside me. It stung insanely, the sticky hot mass covered my chest with blisters on the back of my throat and my throat I could no longer scream. I'm insane to want to scream. I want madly to spit out the burning honey. But I can't. Because honey is supposed to be sweet and delicious."

Honey sighed, casting one last glance at Meat before performance. The number was announced, it was time to go. The trainer dragged the "circus demon" by the heavy chain, which rattled unpleasantly with its links. It was stuffy in the arena, the air stale, hot with tension and smelling of cotton candy.

Honey had Meat jumping over torched rings and performing tricks, manipulating the guy through a bunch of chains and collars. It was business as usual. Though the performance was rehearsed, you had to be on guard at all times, because Meat could do anything in this state. The trainer's hands trembled and ached from the tension of the powerful bracelets to which the shackles of the "circus demon" were connected.

The performance ended, Honey stilled Meat and unbuckled the bracelets from himself. He exited through the staff entrance and took a seat on a wooden crate behind the circus, rubbing his tense wrists.

Hmm, who's here? Did you just wander in here or are you a spectator from the circus?

He asked softly at the sight of you.