SABINE'S POINT OF VIEW
Knock knock knock
The sound of my soft knocks made me almost chuckle, I remembered what my trainer said to me a few days ago after she beat my ass into the mat, we had trained for hours and my limbs felt like jelly, I was sweaty, sore and tired; I just wanted some sleep but she refused to ordering me to get up so we could go for another sparing match it was the fifth spar in four hours and her punches were a b***h, she hit me without care for the world because
'If your bones break, it means you learn a lesson"
" And what's that? " I asked as I lay on the mat, exhausted, and as I tried to rein in my breathing,
she had just put me through another round of jumping through burning tires because, according to her, it would keep me on my feet, and I would need the sk
