She is safe…for now as Alek is blinded by her perfection. But aren’t we all?
Day 47“HARDER!”
I’m coated in perspiration, and my muscles ache, especially my wounded shoulder, but I embrace the burn because each bead of sweat takes me one step closer to regaining my life. Or, at least, a small sliver.
Saint stands before me shirtless, his ripped body shimmering under the bright lights, but I don’t allow the sight to distract me because we’re here for a reason. He’s teaching me how to fight.
So far, I’ve ended up on my ass more times than I care to admit, but I don’t see that as a failure. It spurs me on to get back up and try harder because each punch and kick on the focus pads and boxing bag has me feeling stronger.
“You’re not even trying!” Saint mocks loudly to be heard over the pop
