I can’t escape. Actually, perhaps I can squeeze out of this shackles and slip past the bars but I dare not risk getting caught. I’m just small, wee girl. Born into poverty and always starving but that might be changing.

The reason why I am here is because I hate the evil man who has imprisoned me here and I stole from him. He is a fat, gluttonous rice ball that sweats and consumes and watches people die for fun. I knew he had a large kitchen to satisfy his endless hunger and I thought that he wouldn’t miss much if I stole a bit from him. Being small, I thought I’d not get caught. Man, didn’t see that barrel come over me like I was a mouse in a bowl.

I was sent to court and condemned to the colosseum, which the evil man owns. A kind man in big, impressive armour, called Mega protected me against wild animals. He really smashed them up and the fatty nobleman was not happy. He had to get a whole army of his guards to get Mega to go to a cell that he could easily smash. Mega let them as he did not want to see others hurt for no reason. They separated us into our own blocks. The kind of cells you would expect for colosseum prisoner fighters.

Now the evil man visits me every day. He laughs at me because I’m tiny and when he heard that I stole from his kitchen, he has someone to force-feed me. He says he wants me to balloon like a large blueberry and then I will be allowed to go to a special tavern in Scrapton.

At first, I was glad to have food and I scoffed the meat and vegetables greedily using my hands. He watched me and it made him smile. Not a tender smile but a devious smile. Then I got full. There’s only so much space I can fill with food. He ordered me to eat more but I said I couldn’t. He ordered the chef to prepare another meal of the same portion. I was overwhelmed. Looking at the food made me feel like I was going to be sick. He longer smiled.

“Eat!” He boomed. But I could not. “Feeders, feed her!”

He grew tired of waiting and had two of his staff to force feed me. His numerous servants helped him move and he left me with mounds of food on plates. The sad thing is, I would have loved this food, in small does, over time. But he insisted that I eat and if I didn’t, the feeders were to beat me or pin me down and shove the food into my mouth.

I cried a lot. Not wishing the unpleasant torture, I ate. Slowly... the feeders took some pity on me and as long as I had my mouth chewing, they would let me eat at my own pace. I wish Mega was here. He was the only person who would stand up for me. I wonder what that evil man has down with him. Some nights, I can hear a loud groan as what sounds like electricity being turned on. I hope he is alright.

I pick up another chicken leg and lift it slowly to my teeth and take a bite.