Amphitheater Monologue

A few seconds passed before the subject came out of the door. Those seconds felt like hours for the audience members in the amphitheater and felt like years for the man whose fate rested upon the subject, which was about to appear before him. The gaping black hole that filled the room behind the door smelled of tiger blood but that was no indication of which subject harbored the room. The audience remained completely silent, except for a few children’s muffled cries as their parents put their hands over the children’s mouths quickly, afraid of being spotted by the guards and persecuted on the spot. As the door swung fully open now, the man began backing up slowly. Whichever fate he had decided for himself, he was not prepared for. His footsteps could be heard from the top row of the amphitheater and the sound of the beads of sweat that trickled down his face to the sandy ground would be heard if one listened closely enough.
A beautiful woman slowly emerged from the room with her arms raised in the air as if she was embracing her moment and time to shine while the crowd roared with a deafening sound. With a twirl she acknowledged her audience and a bow that seemed as though she thought the audience was begging for an encore, finally, she turned her attention to the man that undoubtedly matched her own beauty. As she locked eyes on her soon to be husband she started walking slowly at first toward him and quicker as she got closer, eventually running to him in a dramatic fashion as if her lover had returned from war. Now pushed up against his unwilling body, she snapped her neck back with enthusiasm making sure that every last hair would not interfere with her big finale, a kiss from the equally handsome