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ACT ONE. dog without a bone. CHAPTER vii. ❛ THE SHITSHOW! ❜
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"ARGHHH," ROMAN GROANS AT HIS NEW PERSONAL TRAINER as he presses down on his hamstrings. "Fuck."
"Out of ten?"
"Uh, seven," Roman replies.
The PT, Brex, continues to overpower Roman, physically restraining him on the ground. His body clambers over Roman's and he flips the boy onto his stomach, stretching his arms behind his head. He whines a little at the domination and tries to flail his limbs. Only, it's to no avail, as Brex's strength is unmatched.
"You're in decent shape," Brex tells him. "You're a little sloppy but I can get you tight as a drum."
"Well, I trust Pax, and Pax says you're the best."
Brex stares him down. "I'm only gonna say one thing, Roman, okay?"
"Go for it."
"I take my shit serious. That's why I have the reputation that I do, and I need you to take it seriously, too. Okay?"
