Cross the line

Dominique escorted me to one of the balconies. The gleeful chuckles and cheering from the other side of the balcony turned my stomach. Below the surface where Dominique and I stood were men fighting each other to death.

"Isn't it amusing?" Dominique leaned his arms against the marbled railing as he gazed at the small arena.

"Amusing?" I repeated sarcastically. "It is for you, I guess."

"Of course, it is. They kept coming back on their feet even though, they can barely move." Dominique mused as he watched two determined humans fight for survival.

I bit my lower lip as hard as I could, wincing every time blood spilled on the ground. Dominique then added nonchalantly,  "If one of them just surrendered, they wouldn't have to go through all this, you know."

Surrender? They wouldn't go through all this in the first place if they didn't bring them here.