BLOOD (PART TWO)

Finally, it was my turn to fight. Lycan pointed at me and another slave, a muscular man who I had seen working in the fields. I knew that I didn't stand a chance against him, but I also knew that I had to try.

We stepped into the arena, and the crowd roared with excitement. I could hear Lycan's voice, taunting us from the balcony. "Kill or be killed!" he shouted.

The other slave charged at me, and I tried to dodge his blows. I knew that I had to be quick and agile if I wanted to survive. We circled each other, both of us looking for an opening.

Suddenly, I saw my chance. The other slave overextended himself, and I darted in, punching him in the face. He stumbled backward, dazed,

I won the fight, thinking that will be the end for now but to my greatest surprise, another slave was appointed to fight each other.

I watched in horror as the slaves were forced to fight to the death. My stomach churned as the sound of bones breaking and the screams of the dying filled the air. I looked around