[EPILOGUE]

After ending you, Smotherella spits on your face. "You were nothing," she whispers.

And she's right. In a couple of days, no one remembers your name. The week after that, Smotherella's next slave is brought in, terrified of her new mistress' favorite trophy.

Smotherella points to your head hanging above her mantle. "You see her? That's what happens to the slaves who disobey."

Your death serves as an example to Smotherella's conquered opponents for the rest of her successful career in the arena.