The concrete floor was stained with old blood that never quite washed away. The cage walls pressed in, trapping you with opponents who were just as desperate, just as terrified, just as willing to kill to survive.
She remembered, no, Lin Shuyin remembered, the last time. A few days ago. The woman they'd put her against, someone twice her size with nothing left to lose. The feel of knuckles cracking against her ribs. The taste of blood in her mouth.
The crowd who were screaming for more, always more. Then the guards, who were watching with bored expressions, were placing bets on which one of the inmates would fall first.
That's how she'd gotten these injuries. That's how she had ended up dying in this cell.
The footsteps stopped directly outside their cell door.
