In the first two weeks after I was captured, I killed three of his goons who tried a sneak attack on me and wounded several others. Now, there are bets being placed on who’ll be the first to overpower me.
My opponent takes another step closer and swipes his knife at me. I dodge and manage to deliver a kick to his knee, sending him sprawling on his ass to the dirt. A few of the spectators rush toward us, trying to help their comrade, no doubt. But they are too late. Before the fastest of the bunch got to me and kicked me in the stomach, I’d already buried the knife between my opponent’s shoulder blades.
A boot connects with my forehead, snapping my head to the side. The next kick catches my ribs. I focus my gaze on the sky as more hits land all over my body, welcoming the pain. Hoping it’
