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Thankfully, I came back just in time to avoid being stomped on. The man’s foot left a huge trace in the sand, which impeded his movement.
Instead of backing away, I took advantage of his blunder. I ignored my shoulder and risked further injury by scissoring his legs and applying pressure.
The move took him by surprise and made him lose balance. A loud boom was heard when he landed on the hard ground, knocking the breath from his lungs.
I gave his balls a hard side kick that made him scream in agony. While he cupped himself in pain, I broke his nose with my good arm, chopped his trachea, and punched his rotary cuff injury hard enough to make the man pass out.
The crowd roared their approval and began chanting, “Kill. Kill. Kill.”
I ignored them as I held on to my arm. I needed to pop this thing back in and fast, or I was going to be completely useless.
After taking deep, calming breaths, I slowly extended my injured arm to the side. The pain was horrendous as I touched the top of my head, slowly raised the arm and bent the elbow.
A sound was heard when I reached for the opposite shoulder and the damn thing popped back into place, making me scream and pant. Thankfully, the relief from the pain was almost immediate.
I tried to leave the arena, but two guards stood in my way. As I looked at them with an icy stare, the man on the left growled, “Finish the job.”
“No.”
“It wasn’t a request, slave.”
“Fuck you, asshole.”
The man smiled before he pulled out a picture and handed it to me, making me grit my teeth as I stared at a pretty young girl wearing a Brown’s hoodie.
“Just a reminder that you’re not alone in this world. Maybe I should go pay your sister a visit. She might like me more than you do. What do you think?”
I silently extended my hand and grabbed the baton he gave me.
Before he could say anything, I hit him with it, making him double in pain. When the other guard pulled a gun on me, I immediately raised my hand in surrender.
“The fucker deserved it.”
“Go finish the job before I finish you,” the man ordered, and waved his weapon toward the fighter.
“Fine.” I didn’t give my opponent any opening. I ran toward him while he was slowly regaining consciousness and swung the baton the minute I was remotely close. The violent hit crushed his occipital bone and killed him on the spot.
The crowd was stunned speechless. Regrettably, it wasn’t enough.
Images of the man who just threatened my sister blinded me with rage, and I screamed as I hit my opponent again and again until his brain was mush.
When I was finally done venting my rage, I panted as the craziness left my eyes, and I realized I was covered with blood.
I threw the baton with distaste and the guard responsible for my messed-up behavior in the arena, shackled me in chains.
We’d barely crossed the entrance’s threshold when the mean son of a bitch hit me in the stomach with his nightstick.
“That’s for making me look weak,puta estúpida,”he spat as I groaned in pain.
The guards pulled me up the minute I got my breath back and accompanied me to the locker room.
When we passed Hayes in the hallway, the Butcher stared at me with covetous eyes and whispered, “Keep that fire up, little mouse. You’re going to need it.”
His words, and the guards’ actions before that, took me back to a time when I was a victim to be stepped on, powerless and at someone’s mercy.
It was a reminder that even if I miraculously escaped this place, I would always be the Guild’s prisoner.
I tried taking a deep breath to clear my mind, but was unsuccessful. All I could focus on was how badly I fucked up.
Then again, maybe this was my karma at work.
Life had come full circle, and it wanted me to pay for my sins with my soul.
But to understand how I got here, we had to go back to how it all began.
