Days started to pass but in no blur cause every morning I was tortured by Lucas. The only difference was that it became harsher. Every day it seemed it couldn't be worse but Luc proved me wrong. It never seemed a workout; at least not to me. I mean what the hell does he want. If he wants to kill me then he can do it in a matter of seconds and not every morning but I guess he enjoyed it.
2 weeks of continuous torcher. I don't know why Alrigo says nothing to him. I almost told him every day about how bad it was and he even saw my bruises but still didn't say a word. But I can no longer keep my lips sealed. Like every day exactly as the clock struck 4; Luc knocked at the door.
"Let's go" I followed; after the damn rounds went towards the gym. While crossing the dining table my foot hit one
