This is a series of short posts that started out short and is now growing into a fuller story…come follow along with me as these characters breathe life into their world….I'm reposting the beginning.


I've been brought to the pit again for Him to fight for me, and when the next piece of flesh thrown in there is dead, he'll finally have me. I've lost track of time, but I've spent weeks with the promises of what he will visit on my flesh. Down in the pit he waits. You are only just now arriving to meet your fate.

Light falls over hardened planes of rough cut muscle, casting deep shadows over your strength. You're a mystery to everyone in this foul place. The deep, dark swallows you with your step from light to dark.

These monsters ask themselves a question. ‘Will he?'

And I shudder. My gaze locks on you, my shackles shake with your arrival. I'd only had a moments' glimpse while your broad shoulders blocked the light. Your features, hidden from my sight, brought forth images of power, of strength, of lust. Your body vibrated with a primal need, and mine answered.

Fear spiked through me and my chains rattled knowing you drew near. But I did not belong to you. No, not yet.

First, you had to best the man in the pit beneath me, and I doubted you would. If you succeeded though, you'd win the honor of gazing upon me. It would spur you on to winning your next fight, and the next.

The beast down there, a feral creature, had one more contest before he won his right to claim me. He'd seen me, touched me, kissed me, and fondled me. Four men he'd killed. The fifth–you–would earn him a night free with me, without his, unless, you my dear warrior–you killed him.

Then, you would earn your right to gaze upon me. And we would begin the games all over again.

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