J.A. Malec
11“ When you were talking about torture, I thought you were joking.” I said resting my hand on my knees, and breathing heavily. Hanna didn't wait long to show what self defense is about. After we got home she transformed the leaving room into a training room. Since then, only three days have passed, and I was dying out of pain. I hit the mat so many times, that I had bruises on each part of my body, and replacing the floor wasn't out of the question. On the top of that, all of my muscles were sore, even those I had no idea I had.
“ If it continues like that, you'll warn me out within a week.”
“ Stop whining.” She was laughing. “ Why are you being such a p***y?” They burst into laughter.
“ Bingo!” I put my hand on my belly.
“ Don't make me laugh 'cause it hurts.”
“ That's a
