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“What the fuck is this place?” Ithe attention of a round

“Your own personal hell,” hehimself up on his elbows “I’m L”

His body is covered in bleeding cuts and wounds, but he doesn’t even seem to notice The

“Heath,” I introduce myself

“Hang on to that naht not have theer”

Frowning, I choose not to question him He looks like he’s been here a while, and I’m in desperate need of an ally

Scooting closer to hi, “I shouldn’t be here”

“None of us should be here,” the rits out “Who are you?”

“I’m the heir of the Scorpion cartel,” I mutter in hushed tones “My uncle left me for dead”

“Let uess, at the docks?”

I nod

“They get ive a shit if you’re the Prince of England Here, we’re all treated the same”

I don’t need to ask to know that means we’ll all be treated like shit

“What is this place?” I repeat “What happens here?”

“Fights” His dilated eyesht other men and sometimes each other To the death”

“They can’t do that to me”

“Why? Because you’re frohs, but the sound of it is bitter “You’re nothing down here, just like we all are Just a nu more than a body”

My ain and a guard approachesfro they pu what I did to the men in that van

They were my first kills The first aze, I realize they won’t be my last