Chapter 3: Fight for my life
I heard the click of cheap dress shoes. The smell of cheap cologne oh, I knew he was coming. So I turned towards the door and stood straight like I was taught to.
"Hello my Prized fighter," he says coming into view.
He was tall and walks like a soldier, I guess old habits don't go away. He had black eyes and wears a fancy suit.
" How did you sleep? " he asked smirking. I knew he wasn't concerned with my well-being, he's just a psychopath and loves to torture me.
"Very well master" I reply with an emotionless voice and facial expression.
"Come" He unlocks the door and puts the key into his right pocket.
I follow him afraid of the black remote in his hand. I knew what that small little green button does, it sends a butt load of voltage through my body enough to make me convulse on the ground. I wish he will accidentally press the black button. So I can turn into the monster he created and I can kill him.
I followed him through the dark halls. I was the only fighter left owned by Daniel the training was enough to kill you but then add in the fights in the arena. They are fights to the death, one person left standing. Daniel invested all his time and money in training me and making my life miserable. We made it to the gate that leads to the arena. I can hear the yelling and the betting behind the door.
"You will win, I see you patched up your injury but don't let that stop you from winning My Little Monster, or else" he smiles but his eyes hold a deadly intent.
I nod, I quickly wrap my knuckles. The door opens and I see my opponent. He was a man that could be mistaken for the hulk. Huge, burley, and more animal than human. The one thing different about me and him was he didn't have a collar on his neck. He chose to fight.
At the beginning of my training, I refused to fight, to kill. I believe killing is immoral, my first kill was horrible. I knew it wasn't a choice but I still did it. I killed with my bare hands.
I suddenly felt the familiar sting in my neck I knew what was going to happen I was losing control of my mind. The next thing I know when I finally get control of my mind, is I'm standing on a bloody body. The man was almost unrecognizable. I felt the sticky blood on my hands and body. I even had some in my mouth. I felt like throwing up, but the last time I did that in front of the crowd Daniel shocked me for so long I thought I would die.
I walked out like I wasn't affected, the guard lead me to the cell and locked me in. I quickly ran over to the bucket, rinsed my mouth, then threw up in the corner. My already empty stomach rumbled.
A guard came and I finally got my daily rations, the food bar was packed with everything the body needed but it lacked taste and had a slimy inside. It doesn't go down your throat right. I shivered in disgust after my last bite.
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