In the ring, there’s a sound like the whole world is growling.  “They love you,” he says, rubbing my shoulders.  There’s blood on the ground.  Some of it’s mine. I have to win.  “Good boy,” he’ll say, “Good dog.”  He loves me.


For the Gargleblaster prompt: “Tell me something, old friend: why are you fighting?”

Credit for inspiration to Andrew Vachss.

ETA: and I got a shiny.  Wow.