“I want you here an hour before class. You’ll do weight training until you can lift a set of fifty-pound weights.”
My eyes widen. “That’s a lot!”
He shakes his head at me. “It’s nothing, princess. You need to get much stronger, or you won’t last.” He starts to walk away from me, then adds, “You have one week to get to twenty pounds, then I’m upping it to forty each.”
“Have you lost your mind?” I shout after him, but he ignores me and stalks out of the room.
I walk to the bar I was lifting and check the numbers on the weights.
Ten pounds each? It felt like a hundred.
Shit. I’m so screwed.
Chapter 14
Misha
The words will never leave my mouth, but fuck did I enjoy the training session.
I’m a fucking bastard because having Aurora weak beneath me was one hell of a turn-on. Christ, her eyes sparkled with anger, and her feistiness only made the blood in my veins burn hotter.
I adjust the hard-on in my cargo pants as I walk to Instructor Volkov’s class.
Time for torture.
When I enter the room, I take a seat next to Alek and Armani.
Armani glances at me. “Glad to see you survived training.”
“Dude, lose the bulge,” Alek mutters. “We’re close, but I don’t need to see the outline of your dick.”
“Fuck off.” I adjust my cock again, but it doesn’t help.
Go down, fucker.
Instructor Volkov comes into the room. “Are you all ready to scream like girls?”
“Bring it,” Alek taunts him.
“Shut up,” Armani hisses under his breath.
“I’m glad you’re so eager, Mr. Aslanhov,” Instructor Volkov chuckles. “You’re up first.” He points at Kazuo, who’s sporting a black eye from yesterday’s fight. “Join us, Mr. Jirocho.”
When Instructor Volkov removes a box of sewing needles from his desk drawer, I feel relieved.
Out of all the torture methods, at least this one doesn’t remove body parts.
“Left hands only.” Instructor Volkov smirks. “After all, you still have other training, and I can’t have you completely incapacitated.”
“Lucky us,” Armani mutters.
“Rock, paper, scissors?” Alek asks while he looks way too eager to get started.
“Sure,” Instructor Volkov agrees.
Kazuo wins with paper wrapping over rock, and he takes a needle from the box. Alek’s wrist is strapped to the table while his right arm is restrained to the chair.
Instructor Volkov holds a piece of wood out to him. “Do you need to bite on this?”