u/kajakas101

The story below is continuation for the story Ann's Wake Same world, but Ann's POV this time. ‐---------------------- The waiting list for my services is a testament to the primal desire of men to be broken. We vetted the latest volunteer—a lean, desperate man who signed every waiver with trembling hands, consenting to be rendered useless by my body. "Step forward," I commanded, my voice echoi...

The fighting pit was a concrete bowl of sterile white light and oppressive silence, smelling of old sweat and anticipation. The volunteer stepped inside, his naked body trembling violently. He was a lean man, perhaps thirty, his skin pale against the harsh lighting. He didn't hesitate; he walked willingly to the vertical X-cross, taking the gag from Ann's hand with a shaking grip and placing it in...