A man was sitting in a dark cell; it most likely had an arm here and a leg in there but too dark to tell. It was musty, wet, and just plain scary, the man had a shirt so ripped it might have covered only a little less to take it off, he had hair that was once brown that was well past his shoulders. He had a needle that he was about to press into his throat to take himself from his misery but a part of the ceiling opened up that was truly iron, the light from above pained his eyes, they were at the point of watering, the beam showed that there was a finger on his blood stained bed.
"You don’* want to miss out on today’s fun do ya? Huh, Little-Piece-of-Nothingness?" a cruel voice said above the man. The man hissed like a cat and tried to hide in the corner, placing the leg in front of his face as a shield from the blows from ‘The Above’ and cowered. A whip lashed out at him and he screeched in pain, the spiky tip slashing and ripping his flesh. Three large boned men jumped in and grabbed the man. The man was surprisingly strong for such a thin framed thing. He kicked one man between the legs and then kicked the man’s face as he bent down. He then charged up and punched the man in the face, over and over again. The prisoner was pulled off by the other men and was then taken up out of the pit.
The group left the body and they went down through a torch lit path. They turned right at an intersection and they continued. After a minute of walking, for the man tried getting away many times, they got to a large building from which metal clashing on metal could be heard. There was many people cheering and yelling about the commotion.
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