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“Welcome to Tartarus, Child of Fate. We’ve been waiting for you.”
They could argue that my life had made me stronger, but that was bullshit. I’d made me stronger. I’d survived what was done to me and come out the other side in spite of the hardships of my life, not because of them. Suffering to gain strength was a ridiculous excuse crafted by abusers and the privileged.
“The River of Pain,” she said finally, earning a scoff from me. “Of course it is,”
Before the creature had simply wanted to eat me, but now as it chased me around the arena, I knew the matter had become deeply fucking personal.
