A hush falls over the gathered crowd, shivering in its anticipation, before erupting into ear-splitting howls of animalistic fervor. Hannibal "The Cannibal" is trotted out on reinforced chain leads into the hot arena to the sheer delight of the bloodthirsty audience.
Eight months of enslavement in Verger's Alpha Fight Arena as Mason's prized bull thoroughbred has thickened his muscles, as well as his resolve and his fury. Eight months of forced fights, studding, breeding and dehumanization takes a toll on even the most stoic man. The day of his reckoning cannot come soon enough, but Hannibal is patient, and he bides his time.
For now, he obeys. He obeys Mason's whip, the guards' stun batons, the snipers with tranquilizers lining the rooftop of the arena.
He fights. He fights every alpha unlucky enough to be hurled into the ring with him. Undefeated in his string of victories, he still treats each battle as if it could be his last. The gravest mistake an apex predator can make is to get cocky. Enough close calls have taught him that his place atop the Verger empire food chain is a tenous one, hard won through blood, sweat and broken bones, and he defends it well.
After each battle he is bandaged and cleaned up, and paraded out across the hot sands of the arena once more, but for a much different show. Here he is stripped naked, his broad shoulders, honed muscles and impressive girth put on obscene display for the howling audience to admire with screams, howls and stifled gasps as they feverishly place bids upon his body. Verger studs him out to the highest bidder after each fight, his sexual performance a commodity to be bought and sold for top dollar.
The victor is the spoils.
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