A few years ago you wouldnt have looked twice at a guy like me, I was a 36-year old homicide detective for Caldwell Police Department with a taste for booze, sex, and fighting.
But that changed, see these fuckers brought me into their lives and turn...
I had become one of there best little lap dogs, sent into the arena and killed each and every opponent they put me up against, I was the best of the best, Each time, each kill, took a small piece of me with them, broke down another slice of what ever humanity I had left, I sat in my cell at night and repeated the names of my brothers, "Vishous, John, Z, Phury, Torhment, Wrathh, Rhage," over nad over I would say their names, trying to keep in mind where I belong, who I was.
Metal hitting metal woke me from my thoughts. "Boss man wants you, you know the drill" didnt I just. Standing I move to the wall, pressing my face against the hard cold stone, hands up behind my back, palms out ready to be chained. Last time they come in and I wasnt ready two of his men didnt survive, one had his neck broken other I slammed hard enough into his chest I stopped his heart. Well what do they expect sending in a human?
Wrists chained and lead out of my cell like a dog, I could feel the shame seeping out of each and every pore on my body. Being lead through from the devastating conditions us fighters lived in to the sophisticated accommodations the owners took up residence, it was a huge change and damn I forgot how well I lived back in Caldwell.
"Ahhh our prize, how are you doing? I hope you are recovered from your last fight" they were seriously all toasting, glasses of champagne all around, laughter, smiles and there was me in raged clothing, which was killing me, bruised from head to toe, a arms that I knew was fucking broken and a knife wound to my stomach that seriously needed seeing too. I simply growled to the male speaking, he let out another great laugh that I wanted to beat out of him. "Now now I come bearing a gift, we are taking our prize across waters" My ears perked up and I lowered the growl, he smiled and turned to the adoring crowd "We have been offered a fight over sea's, seems our prize fighter has been offered a fight in New York and in a weeks time we will all be relishing in his winnings."
I smiled slightly, trying not to let the owners see, I had a week to prepare myself, in a weeks time I would be fucking free, or dead.
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Butch POV
Walking away from the male I rounded the corner as quick as my weak legs would lake me and once I knew I was out of his sight I leant against the wall and caught my breath. I had well and truly fucked up this time, the council where out to get me killed and seems a fucking female was playing her own side to go along with it, fucking great. Knocking my head back against the cool wall I hit it a few times and swallow, I knew what I had to do, where I had to go but quite frankly I didnt want to get my ass kicked any more.
Hearing footsteps I snapped my attention out of my own self loathing and got my ass moving, I needed to get my sad pathetic excuse of a males ass to the pent house so Vishous can beat the shit out of it.
It took me about an hour to reach the building but I got there and now looking up at the large building my palms started to sweat, the shakes already starting. Slapping myself mentally I push open the door and stalk my way over to the lift, stepping in and pressing the button to the pent house, watching the doors close slowly I let my body sag against the mirrored walls and could feel my heart trying to beat out of my chest, I knew I was doing the right thing, the only person could trust with this was him, I hoped he understood everything I was going to tell him, before he beat my ass to a pulp.
