Page 28 of Sadistic Retribution

He pushes me through the door, and the sight of the ring flashes more adrenaline through my veins. I see 6 waiting for me again outside the door.

“Let’s go, 11!” She links her arm with mine, practically skipping. Once we pass from the changing room to the arena, we go to take seats close to the action. My eyes stray to the ring, where a huge girl stands there, waiting. She’s got to be six feet tall. She has so much muscle, she looks like a guy. No tits to be seen.

Her opponent is the girl who won the last round—8. 8’s stretching her limbs, looking confident.

The loudspeaker crackles, the same voice as before coming through. “Ladies and gents—buckle in for this one! Our reigning champion, against a beast! You don’t want to miss a second of this!” Applause sounds out. “Ready, ladies? And—ding-ding!”

Titless is already moving, roaring as she ducks down, going for 8’s legs. She grabs them, lifting 8 easily into the air. She aims towards the side of the ring, slamming 8 hard into her chair then pushing her into the ropes. 8 goes down, her head bouncing off the floor.

Titless grabs her hair, dragging her back up.

She hits 8 dead in the mouth, in a vicious, rounded punch. 8 spits blood, and her eyes go dark.

With a feral cry, Titless spins, and kicks upward, nailing 8 in the face. Crowding 8 into the corner, Titless starts hitting her face and body, punch after punch. She's using both of her fists, left then right, then back again.

Titless keeps punching even when 8 stops moving. Her face turns into an unrecognizable lump of blood.

The loudspeaker comes to life again. “Winner, and new champion—10!” The clapping and hollering are deafening.

“All done,” 6 sing-songs. “Time to go! It's almost time for free time!”

I frown. “Free time?”

“Oh yeah! I was told we’d get it today. They must trust you better now.”

My eyebrows rise. Trust me? How?

“What exactly is free time? What do they let us do? And why haven’t we had it since I got here?”

She giggles. “We can wander the hall and talk to each other. Only on this block, though. When someone new comes, free time is on hold until the newbie is ready.”

I sigh, so past done trying to figure out how things go in here. I’m starting to become numb to all the bullshit.

Wandering could be the perfect opportunity to find out vital information about this place.

Purge

I have exhausted every outlet to find out anything about Iskra. Without a damn real name, I can’t find shit. Researching the Solomons gave me zero connections. None. Both them and Iskraare nonexistent by all ways of seeing things. It’s odd for someone to not have any digital footprints. Most people have at least gotten a traffic ticket or something at some point. They would at least be traceable through jobs they've had.

I growl in frustration, mussing my hair by running my hand through it.

I need to switch focus, so I move on to Harris. Now this—it should be easier. He has an obvious work background for me to start from. I sure fucking hope so, anyway.

I start with a simple name search through the Dark Web search engines. I wait for something to ding at me. In a few seconds, it alerts me to a hit. Finally.

I peer at the screen, seeing the word “confidential”. I click into the program I use to get more out of the Dark Web than usual, finding a sealed file. Before I hack it, I scan the information.

Hunter Harris, Age 33

Birthdate: October 11, 1992

Birthplace: Hammonton, NJ

Current location: The Retreat, Pine Barrens, NJ

Occupation: Therapist

Description: 6’2”, 180 pounds, blonde hair, aqua-blue eyes—no tattoos or distinctive marks