Shackled (The Lord Series) by Amy T

258. Mose - Rage II

After the fifth experiment, I started to lose track of them, my body going into autopilot as I tried to figure out a way out of this shithole when a deep voice pulled me out of my thoughts. "This week's tournament will begin in a few minutes." The experiments turn their attention to whomever spoke, giving me a moment to catch my breath and think clearly for the first time in days.

Is this some kind of a fucking joke? I have been fighting for hours, and this motherfucker comes and says this week's tournament is about to start after I'm worn out? What kind of fuckery is this? Because there's no way I'm not the circus freak right now. Maybe they want to know how strong I am. Good thing I didn't show them all my tricks.

"The rules are the same as always. The last man standing at the end of the day gets the prize." Great. Just great. If there are prizes involved, the experiments will be more motivated to kill me. And I'm not ready to die. "Her."

Her? As in a woman? Something else? Not that I care. The only prize I want is a ticket out of this place. If more tests are done on me or I get injected with more drugs, I'll lose my fucking mind. No wonder the experiments look like a bunch of hungry crocodiles.

"The prize is a woman of our own?" someone asks, his voice letting me know that he is determined to do anything to win her.

There's nothing scarier than a horny man who wants to get his dick wet. Nothing and none will stand between him and the pussy he wants to fill with his cum.

Except me.

fighting for. Even if I don't make it, I'll make sure to take as many as possible with me in the afterlife as my declaration of my love for her. "Only the fighter who

blood coming out of my left eyebrow. There's no difference between a frightened

Band together and get the hell out of here. I'm pretty sure they have no clue how strong they are. My body hurts like hell from all the punches I received. If I can

and Olivia appears on the

My brows draw together.

on me. After everything that was done to me, there's no wonder I'm starting to see my woman all over the place.

face is unclear. It's like something is preventing me from seeing it clearly. He is not my main concern right now, but

here, or did all the blows I received affect my brain? Maybe it's a side effect from whatever I was injected with. There's no way Ansel would let anyone take her away from us, let alone bring her here, except if he was dead or greatly wounded. The link is still

that is true,

calm. Letting the anger that still fuels me blind me, will put Olivia at risk. Because now I don't have to fight only for my life but also for Olivia's. I'll be damned if I let anyone touch her. They have no idea about all the abuse she had to endure. Hell, I don't know either, but it's enough to see the scars on her body or the fear in her eyes to know she was hurt many times. I breathe through my mouth, calming myself and preparing for the shift that's inevitable. My demon, while not happy with the idea, understands why he must take over. Dying here is

out, I don't

laugh. "We'll make you watch while we