Chapter 2
Brooke’s POV
“What the actual f**k is this place,” I said, my voice echoing off the concrete walls as I turned in a slow circle.
The basement looked nothing like I remembered from years ago.
Thick black mats covered the floor, perfect for whatever he had planned.
One entire wall was mirrors, reflecting every inch of me under the harsh overhead lights.
A weight bench sat against the side, and in the corner there was padded s**t with metal hooks and straps that made my stomach drop.
My skin prickled all over even though the air felt cool on my arms.
Grant walked straight to the small table in the center and picked up a couple of printed pages.
He held them out to me without a word at first, his face calm but those eyes sharp.
“These are the full rules of the progr
