I had a bit of writers block but I hope everyone enjoys.
It was a sad way to live, cramped side-by-side fighting over food, just for others amusement. They never knew how cruel people could really be. Sabine opened her eyes again looking to the other cells. All around her were tortured cries and desperate pleas for relief. She would have re occurring nightmares of attempted escapes by some of the others; she remembered the terrified screams of the spectators and the angry din of the prisoners. What always woke her from her tortured mind was the ear splitting sound of gunfire followed by the collapse of a body or two. She would awake with a cry only to see the dawn of a new day.
When the sun would rise she’d lift her tired malnourished head and curse the sun for making her live another day. She’d sit up from her perch on an artificial cliff and watch the zoo patron’s giggle and take pictures of her. Sabine, was a lion at the New York Zoo.