BOUND TO HIM BY FORCE

27. MAKING THE IMPOSSIBLE POSSIBLE

When I broke out, Max was waiting for me.

I was stubborn, angry and boiling over. I stumbled out with my world spinning all around me. My stomach turned, bending over to vomit. He tried to talk to me but I pushed him away, bending towards him and spilling out my dinner and the blood I had swallowed on him.

 I straightened up, knowing I would pay for it but I had never been happier, a smile on my face no matter how a mess I was.

“I am fine.,” I said only to sway and the last thing I recalled was falling into arms, the sky suddenly all I could see and something I was sure I had dreamt; Max’s smile.

The next time my eyes opened I was on a bed with white ceilings and white walls.

My head turned to one side then the other, seeing that I was in a hospital room and it was just way too fancy for me to still be at the morgue.

My heart beat picked up, the heart monitor going haywire as I tried to sit up. My body was numb, seeing my skin clean with me wearing a fresh pair of pants and a t-shirt along with socks.

I groaned, trying to recall what happened, everything coming all at once having me wince, falling back on the bed with my eyes closed.

The sound of a door opening was heard, not even bothering to peel my eyes open. I was just happy I was out of that hell; I could not take another day of being there. A person moved besides me only to stop and the curiosity got the best of me, peeling my eyes open only for my heart to drop and crush.

I cursed over and over in my head.

A man stood next to me, wearing black training pants and a t-shirt. I did not have to be a scientist to know where I was. I groaned; my hands folded into fists only to peel them open.

My head moved, eyes falling on Max who was staring at me with a smirk on his face.

“Is she clear to go?” Max questioned with the tall bulky man nodding his head to the question.

“She is numb from the pain but good to go. You will get her medication by the distribution window.” The man holding my chart said. He placed the chart down then took my arm to pull the drip out, dabbing on the blood that slipped out with a cotton bud then slapped a plaster on it.

“She doesn’t need any medication. She can be numb for these hours but she sure as hell needs to feel all the pain on that body.” Max said, my pig eyes on him, just killing him over and over again. If there was ever a purge, he was my first target.

“Do make sure not to kill her, she is still a fragile human after all.” The man I would assume was the morgue doctor said with me frowning. I was not fragile but thanks for the help doc.

“If she can’t take the pain, she is not strong and smart enough. For that, she doesn’t deserve to breathe out of this place.” Max said with me closing my eyes. What else would you expect from him. At least I knew what he wanted from me at that point, why he did all he did. It was either I died or came out the version they wanted me to be. There seemed to be no in between.

I did not waste time; I knew where it was all going.

As soon as the doctor unclipped my finger I sat up, my body still. I could feel the bandages on my shoulder and hands. I swung my legs off the bed, sure Max was more than satisfied.

My cleaned pair of boots stood next to the hospital bed frame.

The room was really nice. It had white pedestals next to the bed with them carrying various books. There was a white couch not far away from the bed. The room was stunning, the tiles also white, the light reflecting on them. The bed itself was way better than any I had slept on recently.

I slipped my boots on to try and stand. I heard some pops in my body with me standing straight. I stretched then rolled my shoulders back. As much as I was on painkillers, I still could feel the pain.

Well, their pills were not working. I shook my head, stretching again then decided I was ready to go.

I did not know the amount of time that passed but I was sure more than five hours of my training were lost. My body turned, walking to the door with Max already there. He opened the door, me stepping out with him following and closing the door. The hallway was white and shiny, neat and clean, sure that a lot of money had been spent to make sure the clinic had everything the training men would need. The reception itself was stunning, no one there. We walked out to a hallway, pressing a button on the elevator located there, the doors opening.

The elevator took us down and I realized we were in the same building where the tattooed man’s office was. The clinic had its own floor. If there was an elevator, why had the man walked up all the stairs? I shook my head, sure to torture me.

I said nothing, no words to be said.

“You missed six hours of training and you will pay them off.” Max said and I was not surprised at all. He led me to the training grounds, watching the men train hard, the sun having gotten hotter. The men were sweating and crying.

“You can’t use your hands but I have something specially for you.” He added, me turning to him and gave him a sarcastic smile, which had him chuckle. He led me away from the fighting men and as we walked further, I saw the different set ups.

“Wow, you do have much time on your hands.” I mocked him with him turning to stare at me.

“To make you suffer, I have all the hours of the day.” He said back and I did not doubt that at all.

“Now, get on the first one and when you get through it, the next.” Max said with me looking away from him.

There were many different obstacles. The first one was a tight rope, but with no safety mats on the floor. If I fell, I could break something. There was no going around it, huffing and stepping up the ladder.

It did not scare me even by chance. Once upon a time, tight ropes were my thing. The issue was the boots I was wearing, not really tightrope friendly but they would do.

A breath was taken, closing my eyes to open them.

The first step off the ladder was taken, my boot stepping on the rope, testing it.

When I had took so many breaths, I slipped the other foot on with my body moving from side to side, the rope as if turning. I knew it before it even happened, my body falling with a thud. Pain killers my ass. The pain exploded all over my body as I groaned.

They should not have even bothered taking me to the clinic because I was sure whatever stitches that I had been given on my shoulder were ripped out.

I stood up, clenching my teeth.

My face was pale, my hands quivering.

My feet went up the ladder, standing at the top to take a deep breath then stepped on the rope again. I was not going to fall twice. I took one step and another followed by another only to stop as my body waved from side to side.

There was no point in waiting for long as I ran through the rope until I reached the end. There were blocks next, as high up as the rope. I jumped from one to the other. The blocks were a lot and the more I went, the thinner they got. I stopped running through them, forced to take careful jumps from one to the other.

They got so thin it was like a mop handle. There was no way I could stabilize on it. I jumped though, my other foot in the air with the other stepping on the block. My body went from side to side, groaning hard while I tried with all I had to stay balanced but it was futile. My body hit the floor hard, dust rising with the scream bit down. I bit my tongue so hard I tasted the blood.

My body rolled, spitting the blood out, my face coated with nothing but dust. I groaned louder, pissed of to no end as I pushed off the ground. I stared at the blocks and realized that I had to start from the beginning. The only way to get to the blocks was by getting up a step ladder and the only ladder there was right at the beginning. My hands fisted only to unclench. I walked there, stepping up and began right at the tight rope.

I then went through the blocks only to fall again and again and again.

My wound was ripped open, the bandage not able to hold the blood anymore as it had my t-shirt wet.

My body pushed up for the seventh time, walking to the ladder, stepping up with Max smirking, this a total wipe out episode for him. I could just punch him and make him eat sh*t. I got on the rope, running through it then the blocks. I go to the thinnest block but the issue was that I could not stay on it for long. I had to jump from it as quickly as possible. A breath was taken, jumping then jumping again only to find myself on the ground. I cursed, drumming my already sore fists on the ground to push up. There I was going back at it again. In that try I fell on the blocks. It went on for long, the ground surely getting a good map of my body from falling on it too many times.

I passed the blocks but never seemed to pass the next challenge. I stood, deciding to analyze why I fell every time I moved to the next challenge. It always happened so fast I never knew what happened.

“They bend when you step on them.” Max suddenly said with me turning around to stare at him, tired, sweaty and bloody.

“Then how am I supposed to get through them?” I was more than irritated, ready to murder someone.

“You just have to be as light as a feather.” He commented to go back to eating the burger in hand. I was way hungry and lord, I needed rescuing. I did not even ask how I could be as light as a feather.

I tried over and over and over again but each time I fell hard and painfully. My eyes filled with tears but I swallowed them, shaking so bad.

It seemed like forever, the sun going down, darkness greeting the land as the flood lights blinked on. The men were still training, hearing them roar a bit far away.

I stepped on the ladder, finally deciding that I could not jump from the thin blocks onto the bending blocks, I had to carefully step on them but how could I when I could barely even stand on the thinnest block that caused much of my demise.

My head shook, huffing and going for it.

The night went with me falling and falling and falling. I wanted nothing more than to rip all the blocks away and tear everything apart with my own hands. I was ready to smack Max and tell him to fvck off. What he wanted me to do was impossible.

“Try redistributing your weight. Your steps are too heavy, I can hear you walk from miles away.” Max suddenly said, pushing from where he was sitting.

He walked past me, licking his hands from the desert bowl he had been eating. He walked up the ladder then simply walked through the tightrope, through the thin blocks and to my utter shock, through the bending rubber blocks. As heavy as he was, they bent slightly but not too much to throw him off. When he was done, he jumped down then turned to me.

“Now don’t waste my time, we are not leaving here until you get it.” He said looking furious.

I was still shocked.

My body moved past his, going through the tight rope then the blocks. I moved to the bending blocks hoping and praying I could get through them but found myself on the floor, face first.

He picked up a tune as I groaned, going at it. I had seen that it was possible so why wasn’t I doing it.

The training men were told to go sleep and they walked off until it was just Max and I left there. My body was more than tired but I would not give up. I kept on getting up, nothing but determination fueling me and there was nothing that would stop me from reaching my goal. I tried over and over and over. My body got so sore until it was numb, falling so many times I could not even count at that point. Something may have broken; something may have snapped but we would deal with that later.

I tried and tried until the night got cold, Max sitting with a blank face, just staring at blank space.

I hopped onto the thinnest block. My other foot was hanging in the air but I had stood there so many times my body was well balanced, not even stirring side to side as the wind blew past me, harsh and cold. I closed my eyes and opened them to free the other leg, taking a step then brought the other foot over.

The bending block slightly moved from side to side and I  was sure I would fall but to my shock, I did not.

My heart drummed, not believing it. I wanted to turn and get Max’s attention but knew I would fall if I did so. I had to do the same thing I did before, just keep moving.

I stepped on the next bending block; my breath held. It swayed more than the last but found myself still standing. The pride, my lord. I went to the third then the fourth only to fall.

I did not even cry. I stood up so quickly, running to start afresh from the tight rope. I reached the bending blocks again, stepping on the first one, afraid I would not be able to do it again but I did.

I nearly laughed. I moved to the next. I just kept moving until I realized I had reached the very edge.

My scream was out of control, jumping down to touch ground and continued jumping while punching the air.

“That is what I am talking about, yes, yes, yes!” I screamed, already running to do it again and again and again until I was sure I had mastered it.

Max never said anything, his face blank but I knew he was just as happy

I did a dance even, having forgotten of my pain but it was all worth it.

“Good job, from now on, that is how you walk. Make your steps as light as a feather.” He said then called me to come to him.

I knew it was a test, taking a deep breath and walking with each step careful. He nod his head with each step I took. There was no sound, no crunching of the stones, just silence. I got to him and turned around to walk the other way then back again. As of then I was concentrating, I had to make it part of me, make it my walk. I kept walking back and forth, over and over. When I felt the stones underneath my boot, I corrected my walk and did it again.

Max was not pushing me, just watching and waiting for me even though I was sure morning had broke. I walked around until sweat covered my forehead but I did not stop. I kept walking over and over.

“I think I got it; I will keep practicing,” I said to Max with him nodding his head. He stood up.

“You have two hours before training starts.” He said as I nod my head but I was freaking out inside. Two hours, there was no way I could sleep with that time.

I sighed, following after him. I was slow because I was still practicing so he left me to clean himself up. How could I even complain when I knew that in two hours it would be him and I again, just another day for him to torture me. The funny thing though was the smile tugging on my face as I walked to my cell