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The grey concrete of the pit is now almost entirely red.
I don’t know how much more I can take of these nights. I thought about staying in the caravan, sitting this one out, but Maggie insisted, told me that Ben might not fight without me watching.
I don’t believe her. That time has passed. Ben would fight no matter what. He’s hardened to the violence, to killing. I think Maggie just wants to t*****e me, break my spirit even more.
Well, it’s working.
Ben hasn’t looked at me once since he was thrown into the pit. God knows what he thinks of me. Does he even understand that I’m a prisoner, too?
They no longer need to use the cattle prod on him. He doesn’t struggle much these days. He’s learning.
There’s a sudden eruption of movement and cheers from the crowd. His opponent is coming
