All Chapters of CRIMINAL PASSION: Chapter 11 - Chapter 15

Following a bloodied man back to Tartarus wasn’t exactly my choice, but after I desperately begged him to help me with Camile, I had no option. “Find the other girl,” he ordered in a call, as if they already knew who she was. Five minutes later, someone returned saying they had found my friend, that she was fine, and that she would wait for me in the car.By then, we were already in a concrete room. It wasn’t the ring area, but something similar. He told me to stay quiet and wait, like he was talking to an obedient dog. Then he disappeared behind a folding door and didn’t come back.And I’m still here, waiting for him, listening to the beat of music not too far away. I scan every corner of the room with my eyes, studying the space. It looks like a very rudimentary locker room, with metal lockers and benches. There’s a punching bag hanging from the ceiling and a deactivated water fountain beside it. The cement floor is filthy and splattered with blood. It’s unsanitary.If I feared for

NARRATION BY DONThe ring floor reeks of sweat, iron, and cigarette smoke. A familiar smell, but on nights like this—where I am the main attraction—this shit intensifies.Lots of gamblers together. Fights. Drugs. Prostitutes.Blood splatters and puddles spread across the concrete, mixing with the sewage shit the city dumps down here. A filthy place, just like everyone inside it.I clench my fists, feeling the chains tear at the skin of my wrists. The pain fuels me. Feeds the hatred inside me. I inhale the scent of lurking death; my fucked-up mind finds comfort in the crushing reality that this is where I belong.This smell, though detestable, tells me I’m not alone. That there are many here like me, miserable souls who have to face the worst part of hell on Earth to survive.I pull my arms with force again, rattling the chains against the iron cage. My knees are crushed against the ring mat, and the muzzle weighs on my face.The crowd howls at my thirst for freedom.Here, I am the fav