The Hated Slave Luna.
I go to the bathroom and turn on the cold tap, watching as the water drips from the faucet, mixing with the red liquid that is dripping from my injured hands, I reach for the washcloth.
I grab it tightly and scrub my hands, trying not to focus too hard on the pain that still lingers, but it doesn't help much, the anger is so overwhelming that I see red.
I turn off the shower and slam the bathroom door. The training room is the best option I have now, so I quickly get dressed and leave the room.
I need to work out, working out is the best way to dispel this anger, it's so overwhelming that I need something to take out this excess energy on and the punching bag is the best option, I flex my
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