Then she saw who it was.
It was her owner.
He was still clad in full armor and the look on his face was pure murder. Hailey had never seen such pure hatred before. Ever. Fortunately it didn't seem to be directed at her, though her hair wasn't sure it agreed. She couldn't even fight back. Striking your owner was punishable by death.
She realized he must've used the back entrance to avoid being seen. He dragged her through the streets and back towards the Arena. Hailey managed to stay on her feet, even though he kept dragging her by her hair.
After several extremely painful minutes - which sadly weren't even close to the most painful she'd experienced since coming to this world - they arrived in what looked like a reception area inside the Arena. Her owner stopped, but he dragged her for
