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.