Mike’s face turned deathly pale in an instant.
***
Once again, I was hauled into the underground fighting ring.
"Per the sponsor’s special request, we’re changing the game tonight."
“Anyone here can tattoo any part of her body!”
The host emphasized the words “any part,” and the crowd erupted in wild cheers.
A sharp blade etched cut after cut into my skin, marking me with pain and humiliation.
I glanced at the clock on the wall. Surrounded by the stench of blood, I finally closed my eyes in despair.
Suddenly, the main door slammed open with a thunderous kick.
“Everyone, stop!”
The familiar voice made my whole body shudder. I struggled to lift my head and saw Mike storm in with a group behind him.
