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swing.  But my reflexes, they take over.  I don’t know how to explain it.  I want him to beat me up, kill me, end my misery.  But I can’t.  My training takes over, or maybe it’s my sense of self-preservation.  I twist his arm behind his back, and up over his head.  He falls to his knees.  I hear his shoulder snap, and he screams.  I mean, he really screams, like from the bottom of his gut.  His arm is just hanging there, it’s kind of weird.  I’m just standing here, looking at him.  He’s not going to kill me now, not in that shape.  What do I do?
    The crowd is suddenly silent, but he’s still screaming.  He’s not going to get any medical attention.  That’s what a death match means.  To the death.  I’ve killed before.  I’ve killed with my bare hands.  What’s the difference?
    I grab his head, place my hand under his chin, and pull.  His neck snaps.  His torso falls forward, and slams against the mat. 
    Suddenly everyone’s cheering.  Before I know what’s happening, a guard approaches from behind, and my left hand is in a cuff.  I turn around and take a swing, but another guard grabs my right hand.  Then another guard kicks the back of my knee, just enough to put me off balance.  I’m cuffed again, and they’re leading me back outside, to the van I came here in.
    But the crowd is screaming my name.  They’re screaming Roman.  Some are screaming Gladiator.  It feels good.  I feel myself smiling for the first time in years.
     
     

Chapter Five
     
    Lani
     
    “Looks like there’s a new champion, and you’ll get to spend the night with him.”  De Soto says, as he places the blindfold over my eyes again, leads me back down the steps, and past the exiting crowd.  They’re talking about their winnings, or their losses.  Apparently most of them had bets on the fight, and most lost.  I guess they backed the champion. 
    I should be freaking out.  I should be fighting right now.  Sammy told me not to fight, so I don’t, as I’m taken outside and to the car.  I’m unceremoniously thrown in the back.  I’m driven, but not far, and when I’m inside again I smell bleach and our footsteps echo in the cavernous hallway.  He removes the cuffs right before he throws me in a cell.  I hear a huge metal door behind me.  Then I hear deep breathing,
    “Sit down,” a voice says.  The voice is fairly normal, not too deep, but it’s rich like he could sing a beautiful baritone.  He sounds like he’s used to giving orders, too.  “Stay quiet.”  I cross my legs and plop down on my butt.  There’s something in his voice that makes me not want to question him.  “Remove the bandanas.”
    I have completely forgotten that my hands were released.  I pull at the blindfold and the gag, and easily pull both over my head.  I see him now.  He’s all black hair and black, almond shaped eyes.  I can’t tell his ethnicity, he looks Asian, but I’ve never met an Asian that big.  It’s a little disturbing, but at least he’s clean, I think.  He’s just staring at me.  Well, I am looking at him too. 
    “When I asked for the prettiest girl in the jail, I had no idea I’d get something like you.”  He’s sitting on a cot.  It’s not bunk beds, and his cell is smaller than mine.  He has no bars, no window, just cement walls and floor.  He must be in solitary confinement.  “I honestly didn’t think I’d get anything.”
    Am I supposed to say something?  Am I supposed to do something?
    “What’s a girl like you doing in jail?” 
    “A girl like me?”  My fingers automatically go to my hair.  I wonder what he sees.
    “Your nails are perfectly manicured, but not painted.  Your hair is cut once a month.  You work out every day.  You’re beautiful, but you try so hard to understate your looks.  You’re an FBI agent.”  His voice is so calm, and he sounds so intelligent and analytical.  But he is wrong, so very, very wrong.
    “I’m not