Cain stepped toward the cage door, toward me, and every instinct I had screamed to leave before he reached me. To turn around, to walk back through the hallway, and pretend I’d never opened the door in the first place, because whatever this place was, I didn’t belong in it. No where even close to it.The violence felt too real. The fight didn’t possess the polished, professionally controlled look that television fights had.Maybe I was being a little too guliable, but this place was raw noise, sweat and blood under brutal white lights while grown men screamed loud enough to shake the walls. Money traded hands openly around me as people shoved for better views of the cage, arguing over bets while someone near the front laughed at the man still unconscious on the mat.The music pounded hard enough that I felt it beneath my ribs, bass vibrating through concrete while heat pressed heavily against my skin from too many bodies packed into one room. Cigarette smoke curled through the air, th
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