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Exile - 14

I gritted my teeth, doing my best to ignore the burning pain as I lifted the dumbbells into a bicep curl. I had done forty curls already, but Michael said I couldn’t stop until I did another ten. It had been three days since he started training me. Three days that I was in a constant state of soreness. Michael was nothing short of brutal. I had never been a violent person, but now I daydreamed of ways to get him back for all of this.

The worst was the smirk he always wore as he told me how pathetically weak I was. God, I wanted to do nothing more than slap that smirk off his face, but after I finished these curls, I didn’t think I could use my arms for at least several hours. “If you don’t quit smirking at me, I swear to God Michael I am going to throw this weight at you,” I threatened him. I knew I couldn’t follow through, but he didn’t.

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