Retribution
My lips attempted to form another self-accomplished, shit-eating grin, but the muscles in my face refused to comply, and I was stuck somewhere between a constipated smile and a cry for help.
Vladislav and Anatoly were still above the podium—or so I thought. I could barely see anything from behind the curtain of blood dancing across my eyes.
God, I was so exhausted. But still, I had a chance of destroying Malcom Reece now. I had fulfilled my end of the bargain, and now Vladislav Moroz must fulfill his.
The sharp clang of metal snapped me from my thoughts, the loud echo ricocheting through the bloodstained arena.
The cage door flew open, and in came fury personified—with a mask.
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