The Dying Embers

On the day of the wedding, the big screen suddenly displayed images of my sister being kidnapped.

Two fierce dogs with glowing red eyes were tearing at my sister's legs, leaving them a bloody mess. She was crying and screaming at the camera.

"Big sis, I know I was wrong. I'll never try to steal Fletcher and our brothers' affection from you again. Please let me go, I'm begging you, big sis!"

My husband Fletcher and my three brothers were furious. That very day, they threw me into the darkest underground fight club in River City.

For the next six months, I spent my days fighting vicious beasts for scraps of food in giant iron cages. At night, I was forced to entertain animal trainers from various countries.

In that fight club, even the lowest-ranking janitor could barge into my room at will, leering as they subjected me to the utmost humiliation.

Today, six months later, a foul-smelling old fellow leered at me with a twisted expression as he pulled up his pants.

"I heard Mr. Sterling is coming to pick you up today. What a shame, no more fun to be had."

But I just numbly lowered my head and got dressed.

I need to hurry, or those beasts will steal all of today's food.