Chapter Eight
Two more weeks had gone by. Theron had started her on his workout machines. At first, she was weak as the proverbial kitten, but her strength was building as the days went by. Her muscles were growing firm and defined, her legs becoming stronger.
Sweat rolled down her forehead and into her eyes making them sting. It dripped down the back of her neck, saturated the front of her cotton top. She gripped the handles of the rowing machine, pulling with her arms, pushing with her feet. Again, and again. Push, pull. Push, pull. Her legs hurt like hell. She was hot, tired, angry. She wanted to stop. She wanted to die. To be put out of the torture she was feeling now.
Theron towered at her side, a tyrant of a coach, pushing her, motivating her with his words that were meant to give
