“I give up!” I exclaimed while raising my wobbly hands in the air when Florence sent me to the ground for the fifth time around. “I give up. I can’t... I’m dying.”
“You can’t give up,” Florence persisted, before releasing my arm that was pinned on my back. She was almost splitting my body in two by pulling me so hard. At first, I refused to concede but ended up doing so when I realized that my strength was nothing compared to Florence's. “As our Luna, you need to be strong like us.”
I glanced at Lincoln for aid but he was only looking at me like he was scrutinizing my performance — which was surely low based on how his eyebrows creased in dissatisfaction — as he was seated on a wooden chair while stroking his chin.
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