Betrayed, Then claimed by my God mother's husband.
“Strap it where? I’m not doing that.”
The larger man stepped forward, already moving. “Legs. Strap it to your legs now. If you refuse, then that simply says you quit.”
“The academy will expel you,” another added in support.
Before we could protest, they started fastening the sandbags tightly around our ankles. The weight dragged instantly, pulling my legs down like gravity had suddenly doubled.
“Wait….hold on,” I said quickly. “Is there, like, another punishment to choose from, or…?”