Chapter 61
Trevor lay on the thin mattress on the floor. He could not move and could barely breathe. He had lost the night before. He continued to hear the echoes of the crowd yelling for more and more blood. His opponent kept hitting and kicking. He knew he probably had broken bones, and he was having difficulty breathing. He knew he should get up and drink some water, but it hurt too much. Maybe this was it. He was going to die, right there in the cell. A life of worthlessness and death by himself.
Vaguely he heard shouting but just allowed the tears to flow. Maybe death was welcome. At least there would be no more pain.
He realized the shouting was getting closer, and he heard feet running, and then the door to his cell was flung open. He heard what sounded like a hiss. Then he hea
