Fight!

Life of tiny pet is hard, cruel. Especially if you have a good position to HER eyes.
Maybe you have more food... She doesn't put you in dangerous places, you have a cage all to yourself on her bedside. She gives you even care and attention.

But you have to bring out the beast inside you to defend the status quo. All under Her eyes, while Her enjoy the scene.

You fight. And win.

Other Tinies look with dread your bloodshot eyes, the one who has challenged you rattle to the ground with his face smashed.
Exult. Forget who you were... who you want to be, exult.

You feel your heart pounding. At a pace that humanity has forgotten for thousands of years.
Do you hear it screaming over every thought, over the horror that you will take in the evening, before going to sleep.
It screams over the tears of those who have crushed. Above the fear of those who have not even dared to challenge you.

A warm bed. Clean water. Food. Safety.

What was your remains your.

...

Until next challenger.