Impressing Him

As she trained, she could start to feel something deep down inside her stir. Today her trainer had made her run about three times into the woods and then back, and even though she told him she was tired, he didn’t allow her to stop.

Now, she was doing some kind of weird push-up he had her doing. She had one hand on the ground each time she came down, and that one hand would hoist her back up. She could also feel herself drenched in sweat, and her breath was coming out in quick puffs.

“Can't I rest for a few minutes?” she asked as she looked at him, but he was standing in front of her anymore. He was now sitting at the far end of the training field on the bench that was there.

“Oh, wow.” She whispered to herself. The trainer felt it was better to work her to death while he took a rest, drinking water meant for the both of them. If she didn’t know any better, she would have concluded that he was just trying to rile her and make her angry.

But, she knew this was for her own good. She