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Chapter One

Ten fights

Nine completed

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Belle gripped the edge of the sink, feeling sick to her stomach She was covered in more bruises than she could count Old ones, new ones, they covered her flesh like she was a canvas for torture Even her father—the asshole that he’d been—had allowed her to rest after each fight

Even though she knew her body needed the rest, that she had to take tiirl She covered her face, trying to contain the sob at the thought of her baby daughter The only thing that was good in her world, and thehad taken her baby from her She was only a year old, but that hadn’t stopped the bastards

Forcing the tears aside, Belle stared at her face, and she didn’t recognize the woman who stared back at her She was broken, she saw that now There had been a tiet away fro to happen

Even after these ten fights, she knew they’d deirl over her head Whatever was going to happen, she felt sick to her stoing the small lunch she’d been able to eat

After being violently sick, she collapsed on the floor, drawing her knees up, trying to re talk

“I don’t want to, Daddy I hate it”

“You’ve got to, pumpkin This is what you were made for”

She hadn’t beenThis life wasn’t natural, and it was only when she’d gotten older that she realized the lies she’d been fed by that ood life or a healthy one but one that was part of the dark world they lived in

People loved the underground fighting rings The sport without rules where lives were constantly at risk for one bet or another She hated it There was also an even darker circle than a bunch of adults fighting

Her father had drawn her into that shitty life The life where kids were pitted against each other She started out as being the fat kid that everyone could puainst her flesh had hurt