"I don't want to go out there...." you whispered.

A hand rested on your shoulder, "It'll be fine...."

You teared up, "I know....but it's so embarassing...."

The Most Beautiful Girl in the World.

That was the name of tonight's event. Men especially had lined up to see the event.

You wanted to cry, but you're make-up would be ruined. Then Doll would have to apply it all again.

Doll was your true friend in Noah's Ark Circus. The others saw you as a burden. Or at least, that was how you felt.

Well, except for Dagger.

Ever since the circus began, Dagger had been obsessed with letting you in as an act. He had said you had uncomparable beauty.

You felt flattered, honestly you did. However, your problem was not that he admired you. It was why.

When you were a child, your father told you to smile more. Every time he saw you sad, he cut a new line around your arm.

The scars on your arms soon mostly healed, but when he died you were sent to an orphanage where they beat the children. You escaped after three years and ran into the circus before they were famous, when they were just children on the street.

The all called you Scars(The Amazing Master of Pain!)

Your act consisted of slicing yourself and not even flinching. Sometimes, members of the audience would ask to cut you.

Then Beast would appear and whip you, then Dagger would hit you in crucial places on his knife throwing act. Scars traced your back and around your body.

However, you face remained untouched.

~~~

You watched as the crowd fell silent. You touched the cage bars and looked at them mournfully. They started to laugh.

You knew they would. How could you ever be known as The Most Beautiful Girl in the World?

You curled up and closed your eyes. You didnt want this to go on any longer. The crowd rioted in fits of laughter.

You started to cry.

~~~

Dagger was more than upset after the show. Your soft fingerpads rubbed along your grooved skin.

He came to see you in your tent. He hugged you and whispered, "Don't worry _________. The next show won't be as shaming."

All you think about was the humiliation.

Eventually, Dagger would lose it.

~~~

And he did.

It was one laugh too many, and while you cried in your cage, he slaughtered the circus. He even killed Doll, your only friend.

Now, you were his pet, trapped inside that cage, ready for him to use and abuse.

~~~

Dagger and you started your own show. "The Master and his Pet."

You two became very popular among BDSM couples. Those whorish women who wanted to serve their lovers admired you and wanted to be you. They wanted to feel the pain you felt. You simply smiled and let those tears fall.

"___________, do you know why I love you?" he asked, one night after a long show.

".....No."

"It was when we were children..... You said something that made me shiver..... It was cold, yet so profound. It was like ice."

Dagger sat on the bed next to you, wrapped his hands around your cuffed wrists and he stared into your eyes.

"You told me that pain was what controlled people. Pain made people forget who they were, why they were there, and what they were fighting against. Pain was power and pain controlled the world," he said this with a small twinkle of glee in his eye.

Dagger kissed you, deep. His tongue wormed into your mouth and you could not seem to push him back.

'Oh yeah....I remember now....'

It was winter when you told him that, and all of them thought that you were going to die. You had come down with an illness and Dagger was the one who sat next to and watched. He fed you, cared for you, and nursed you with what little medicine everyone could afford.

You laid under a thin sheet and told him about the orphanage. About how your father beat you.

'So if I hurt you, if I beat you.....I would control you?' asked Dagger, his eyes wide. His childlike, cockney accent rang like bells in your ears.

You laughed softly and nodded, 'Yeah.... I guess so.....'

Then Dagger kissed you.

Then he fell in love with you.

Then....you were humiliated.