When I woke up and learned that my father had used me to pay off his debts, I felt utterly hopeless. But I didn’t want to die. I was still so young, so all I could do was accept reality.
My organs weren’t harvested, and my legs weren’t broken so I could be thrown out to beg. I was simply sold to an underground bare-knuckle fighting ring and made into a fighter.
Of course, becoming a fighter wasn’t easy. I suffered plenty of humiliation there, but I endured it so I could stay alive.
I cried, I hurt, and I hated. In the end, it all became the drive to make myself stronger.
Being alive takes courage. To live a better life, I summoned even more courage. To escape a life where others pulled my strings, I fought to make myself stronger.
Call it hatred, call it pain. I just want to see the only family I have left and ask him why he was so heartless. Do you even know everything I’ve been through?
I think the details are pretty well written.