"Stay up Sheanne...just a little longer..." I snapped at myself. The ringmaster walked among us for a minute...before turning to me. "How are the bones holding up darling?" he whispered in a sickly sweet voice that was heavy with mockery. I spat. I flew at him before i even knew what he was doing. He grabbed my wrists and pounded me into the floor. He growled and smiled. The smile wasn't kind, it was dark with rage and enhance by power. My fear boiled up inside of me as I  thrashed under him on the ground. He took a small pocket knife and slid it across my cheek. He jabbed a needle into my arm as i screamed. I felt fire burn into my body as he backed off, his tailored crimson suit barley wrinkled. He turned to the others as I seized on the ground.<br/><br/>I could only feel the fire, my body twitching uncontrollably on the ground. I felt the dirt under my body as I was dragged away. Back to the cage with the abomination. Back to hell. The telltale click of a lock behind me as the goat girl's haunting melody reached my ears. I was alone again, but i was always alone. This was only another few hours in my miserable existence. I don't remember the last time I wasn't alone. Of course there were the others. Just because there are other people in the room, doesn't take away the lonely feeling.