POV: Daniella
"Move your body."
"Yes, that's it."
"Up, down, straight!"
"Again!"
"Up, down, straight!"
"Again!"
"Again!"
For about forty minutes, these words were the ones that Erik kept on repeating as I attacked the red punching bag into oblivion... or at least the little effect that it gets from my lady knuckles. This is the reason why they are sore right now and this is the reason why I could feel the burn in my arms and thighs.
Erik said to have a fifteen minute break so I used this chance to sit on the gym bench, out of breath with my tank top soaking wet with sweat. I drank as much water as I could to feel refreshed while I watched his back muscles flexing under the sleeveless shirt as he delivered powerful blows on the life-size dummy some distance away from me. He didn't
