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and promising. Making me shiver and making me clench my pussy at the same time. I stare at him for a long time before I look at the rest of the man.
    He is, in a way, just like the rest of them. Muscular. Tall. Broad shouldered. He is painfully handsome, his scars, tattoos and bruises only adding to his appeal. His lips are full, his nose broken in several places, but somehow that suits him. He looks like murder, he looks like he tastes like blood.
    I lick my lips as I drink him in, only realizing what I’m doing a moment too late. By that time, Wilson has reached the man I’ve fixated on, and jabbed him in the ribs.
    “Angel,” he says with a grin, looking at me.
    Seeing the expression on my face makes him stop for a second, his finger jammed into the man’s side.
    “Ooh, my sweet thing likes this one, doesn’t she?”
    I blush deeply, averting my gaze. I’m cursing myself inwardly for showing him anything that he could use against me as he approaches me, his eyes boring into mine.
    “I think we’re going to have fun down here, sweet thing,” he tells me, his voice low. “Do you know what’s going on in the dungeons, or are you too old to play guessing games now?”
    He tips my chin back with his finger, obviously getting off on the look of fear in my eyes.
    “Three strikes and you’re out,” he growls in my face.
    I refuse to answer, keeping my eyes trained on his. I don’t look at Angel either, even though I assume he is the most human out of everyone down here. If there’s anyone who could save me from this hellhole, it would probably be him. I don’t think he cares, though, and why would he - I’m just a girl, and he’s a trained killing machine.
    “Sweet thing doesn’t want to play!” Cobb lets go off my face roughly and I rub my left cheek, still feeling the searing touch of his fingers on my skin.
    “Well, let me make it easy for you, then,” he continues, walking back up to the row of soldiers.
    He grabs one of them by the cheeks like he’s a prized animal, ready to be bought. The way he treats other human beings disgusts me, and the urge to smack that grin off his face is back in full force.
    “These are my men, and they fight every night in the ring to make me money.”
    Cobb is talking about it proudly, almost like he owns a bunch of racing horses. Fucking disgusting. His complete disregard for humanity makes my skin crawl.
    “Every night, there is a fight down here,” Cobb continues. “Every night, there is a winner, and every night, someone dies. And every night, I make a lot of money.”
    He chuckles to himself as if he just told us the joke of a century, and once again, I feel bile rising in my throat. I glance towards Angel.
    He looks… troubled. Like there’s something bothering him and he wants to fix it badly, but he also knows he’s not supposed to break the rules and do it. He doesn’t look like he wants to be here any more than I do, but his motivations seem different. I can’t quite figure out why a man like him would be down here.

    W hy did you bring me down here?” I ask Cobb. “I don’t understand what I have anything to do with your disgusting business.”
    “Oh, you’re about to find out very soon,” Cobb smiles at me.
    He steps back over to Angel, letting go of the other guy. He inspects him closely before asking him a question. Not really asking, more like barking it at him.
    “What do my fighters get when they win?” he asks.
    Angel’s eyes connect with mine again and I take a deep breath. I don’t think I want to know.
    “We…” His voice is deep and strong. It makes me feel protected, even though I assume his words will be the complete opposite of the feeling he evokes from me. “We get rewarded.”
    “How?” Cobb’s question is more of an order.
    “We…” Angel’s eyes linger on mine, and I see that sliver of pain in them again.
    I wonder if Cobb’s responsible for putting it there.
    “We get girls to mess around with,” Angel