Robin grinned with satisfaction as he watched Dom finish off Eliza. Honestly, when he saw her enter the pit with her arm hanging loosely by her side and the bandages showing signs of what was underneath, he didn't think she stood a chance. As Dominique stepped away from the lifeless body on the dirt floor, his grin turned to a smile.
He watched as she walked to the set of double doors and then recognized Dr. Luxuria patting a gurney for Dom to hop on to. The big man, Sam, help Dom get up on the rolling bed and soon she was being taken away and the doors closed. Robin sat down and watched the final match of the day. It was quite brutal and bloody. The man from the locker room Dominique had come out of, Roy Jenkins was the name, ended up winning the match after slamming the head of his opponent several times to the hard dirt floor. A pool of blood soon formed around the body, but Roy looked as if he may not make it through the night. If Robin was seeing things correctly, it appeared to be that one of the man's eyes was almost out of it socket and he was bleeding profusely from the forehead.
Robin was then herded out of the arena with the others that were there. The crowd never seemed to shrink in size, but the faces were often new as Robin suspected new people were being brought in to replace the losers. All Robin could wonder was how this place was getting away with the kidnappings and murders they were conducting without anyone in the outside world catching on to what was happening.
That night sleep eluded Robin. His mind was on Dominique and her arm. He wondered what would become of her. Would she even survive? Would he see her again? The next morning came early as Juan came to his room and ordered him to get up. Robin was about to throw on his clothes, but Juan said not to bother as he was being taken right to the lab for another treatment. By now Robin was looking quite buff after all the injections and training in the gym. He had noticed that the amount of weight he could lift had just about tripled in the past two weeks.
Robin was escorted to the usual back corner. There he saw Dr. Luxuria waiting for him with Lucius. Lucius grinned when he saw Robin walk in in just his boxers. He looked the man over and then turned to Dr. Luxuria, "He is looking quite well. How many more treatments?" Dr. Luxuria pointed to the table for Robin to lie down on, which he did and was strapped there by Juan. "This should be the last treatment," she said to Lucius as she injected Robin, "And then I will give him a test to see if..." Robin did not hear the rest as he passed out.
When he came back to, he was lying on the cot in his cell covered by a blanket. As his eyes focused, he could smell the scent of food. Sitting up, he saw a plate of food sitting on the small desk in his room, a note sitting next to it. Walking over and sitting down by the table, Robin picked up the note. Once his eyes focused and his mind cleared of the sleep, he looked at what was written on it. Dominique is doing fine. No need to worry over her. ~H Robin grinned a bit at this news, hoping it was true and wondering whom "H" might be. He finished eating his food, got dressed, and awaited to see what the rest of the day would bring.