Her lover rushed towards the door, and showing little hesitation, swung it open. And sitting there, growling, in the bloodied room, was a tiger. It leaped from it’s living quarters, it’s claws in the air. The last thing the man saw was the badly kept gums of the tiger’s mouth as it jumped towards him. It all felt like it was happening it slow motion. A time to reflect on all of his life up until this point, and then, silence. The man’s severed and mortinated carrion lied on the ground. However, the tiger was not done. It turned slowly, while seeking the attention of every person in the audience. While this was happening, the princess just sat there, unlacted. None of this was a surprise to her. The tiger slowly approached the door to the lady’s area. The tiger clawed through her door, and before the audience knew it, she was no more. The princess had rigged the lady. There was a single slice of meat hanging off her waist, just lightly enough for her to not notice. She’d probably be too distracted by the thrill of the arena. Sitting up there, on her royal seat, the princess did not jump for joy or start sobbing. She wasn’t wasting tears on something meant to be. Underneath her hands, which were covering her mouth, she cracked a grin. Everything went as planned.