Name is Bella.

I fight.

Master says to.

Master kind.

Master gives food.

Master loves me.

Gates opening.

Time to Fight.

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Bella squints her eyes as the gates open as the flood of light and cheers engulf her. The last pairs of opponents battled to the death, blood still strewn across the floor of the colosseum-like structure built from bones of hominum and steel.

Bellator has never fought to the death. Fredrics- her master- Paid 20,000 pec for her, so putting her in that situation is a chance he is not willing to take. Especially considering he makes 2,690 pec everytime she wins a match.

In this particular match, he will win ten times as much. If she loses, she goes to the opponent's master.

The brute Bella is up against has no name. He barely has a mind. So broken from the torture he was subjected to, not a single original thought goes through his mind.

Not that such a thing matters. There are no laws to protect Hominum. In fact, teaching your pet more than what they were intended for is an act of treason. Punishable by death.

The bells indicating the matches start to pierce the air. The brute and the girl run towards each other. As they were trained.

Bella, although nimble, has a hard time getting away from the brute. His muscles large, his body strong. Everytime Bella throws her weaponless attack it does nothing. Although she hits him every time his toned body feels no effect.

She, on the other hand, feels the strength of the hits. Being female, the lack of testosterone equates to a lack of muscle. The muscle that would be able to keep her bones safe? Nonexistent. She feels cracks of bones, tears in skin and bruises soon to form.

The hits continue one after another. Bella on the ground now the brute on top of her. She has no chance. The match is over once she is knocked out.

The brute pulls his arm back, ready for the final blow. Bella squints her eyes, preparing for the pain to come. But before it can, the sound of a gun overcomes the cheers.