The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella) novel Chapter 1638

In the private room 11.

Arabella had sealed the deal, cash exchanged for goods with practiced ease.

She slipped the medicine into her backpack and rode the elevator down to the lobby. Horace, spotting her, broke into a relieved grin.

He'd been worried about the boss’s safety going upstairs alone. But there she was, walking out of the room 11 without a scratch.

"Got it?" Horace mouthed, his face a picture of excitement.

The place was a racket, but Arabella caught his drift, nodding and tilting her chin up, signaling it was time to jet.

In the massive birdcage arena, the heavyweight boxer - a brute over 200 pounds - had been mauled by the beast, chunks of his arm flesh hanging loose. Now, he was being carted away, while the victor was rewarded with a feast of raw meat, retreating obediently back into its cage.

Next up was a lopsided match: a muscle-bound fighter tipping the scales at more than 300 pounds versus a kid who looked barely strong enough to lift a feather.

The kid, no more than five or six, was forced into oversized boxing gloves and shoved into the cage, his wails piercing the din, reaching Arabella's ears. She glanced over to see him clutching the bars, desperate to escape, as the crowd went wild.

"These people are sick." A twinge of sympathy in Horace’s voice as he glanced at the child, "Completely twisted."

"Do you want to see a little one's fight-or-flight kick in when he's pushed to the edge?"

The host was a foreigner whose words bore the meaning after translation.

The crowd roared back, "We do!"