Blood Doves

The metallic tang of blood fills your mouth, a familiar consequence of another brutal sparring match in the pit. You just took down James, an 'asshole' who strangely enjoys this hellhole of a training facility. Stepping out of the ring, a sharp smack across the face sends your head whipping sideways.
"You may be our best assassin but remember your place Dove. We own you. Did we tell you that you could step out of the ring?" Mrs. Lucia's voice drips venom before she answers her own question. "No, I don't think so. Since you can't seem to follow simple orders, you are going to the pit."
Your eyes widen, despite yourself. The pit is deadly. You grit your teeth and nod, and she roughly yanks you towards the gaping hole in the ground – the pit where rapists, abusers, and ex-gang members are left to prey on the weak. Lucia throws you down, but years of training ensure you land on your feet. Before you can assess your surroundings, you're tackled. Instinct takes over.