Muddle✔

is it for real!! -2

Rivi's pov:
I lie down on the grass under the tree, it is pretty cold, but it feels good.

I close my eyes and relax my muscles.

After a while I feel better , but why hasn't he came to call me?

I guess I have a few more minutes.

I count and when I don't get any call frm him or anyone for 120 seconds ,I know something is up.
And nothing good for sure.

I kiss my knuckles looking at the boys in misery and get up.

I hope my knuckles don't get that treatment.

'Sir.' I say walking to him.

"Boys salute the Princess of the land.
Finally she decided to grace us with her presence. "

They all actually follow him. Stopping their pushups, and continue thereafter.

Is humiliating me his hobby?

And why the hell are the guys participating in his sarcasm show!

Well the things you do for fear i guess.

My face is heated up in embarrassment, head held low.

Who does that!!

How will I look at them ever again!!

"Okay, tell me how late are you and I'll cut your punishment to half."

If I would have known i am getting late ,what makes you think I will keep lying there!!!!

Common sense dude. Stop increasing my guilt.

I don't answer that, I can't bring myself to say anything.

"3 minutes and 8 seconds.
That's 188 seconds miss!
You will hang on the pull up bar without gloves for 3 hours and 8 minutes. Do not make me show you what happens if you fail there too."

'Yes sir.'
I have no idea how will I do it.

" and dare you use both your hands together at a time while hanging"

This can't be real, are you crazy!!!!!

My hand will come out of the shoulder joint dude!!

But I can not say that out loud , for pretty obvious reasons

'Yes sir. 'I say and walk away.

I never thought I'll say this but
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Grendel was easier to train under.

I walk and hang myself to my fate, with one hand.

But how will I know about time?

Guess I have to keep counting, I thought I'll sing in my head to pass time but he has decided something else.

And I know for a fact if my breathing gets fast my counting gets faster.

How am I going to keep my brain calm , while arm hurts bad.

That only time will tell.

I have been counting, trying to focus for last 900 seconds, with thumpings ,yes sir and counts in the background.

"How long do your lousy asses need to get that in sync.
Seems your resting hours are too peaceful.
Keep going until you get that PERFECT or I might need to call med care to arrange hundreds of casts for your bones."
He shouting really loud.

Did he threaten them to break their bones!!

Why is this guy so violent!?

Holy jesus!!! I forgot to count.