The man didn’t show any mercy. Virde’s legs were screaming with pain and his head was hurting like hell, and yet, the man thought that wasn’t enough. Anger was welling up in him and his patience was wearing thin. What he wouldn’t give to stab this man straight in his face. But his hands were bound and all he could think about was the pain. He grunted as he was led back to the crowd—but, thankfully, someone stood up to him. It was a woman, surprisingly. His heart dropped. He was pretty sure that he wouldn’t make it out of this without having to give away all of his prize money. The man dropped him on the ground, making him grunt in complaint. [i]I’m never going to get out of this situation…[/i]