𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓰𝓮

Sweatpants Chronicles

The warehouse we were currently at, didn't merely serve the purpose of a warehouse.  It was all in all, a gymnasium, a kitchen where there were all sorts of healthy snacking options. I know this because just as we entered Dante's men were dismissed to continue with their workout routines & he took me for a tour of the area. We also have a reserved warehouse wing where the enforcer practices his work. After the tour I changed inside the washroom space that was heavily consumed by sweaty smell, I almost puked when I entered but Dante sprayed refresher to save the day. It was the men's area but Dante told them to empty it immediately whenever I came here. They were arrogant, bulky men with fat in their brains more than intelligence & didn't wanna see a woman walk amongst their 'marked areas'. I finally had a choice, for the clothes I'd like to wear. I dressed into the sweatpants after ensuring they were just recently brought & because they were supposed to be for men who started here. They were loose on me & hung dangerously low on my hips so I secured them on my waist with the drawstring.  Anything better than roaming around massive men in nothing but light, flimsy, showy shorts on. 

When I stepped outside Dante still stood in his fancy suit and tie so I went to him & inquired how is he going to teach me in those. "You don't need to worry about that, we're not going to make a deep dive into something atrociously hard for your weak muscle mass. We have to work on that.", he said pinching the bridge of his nose in disappointment. "You will start with warmup exercises that will bring your hard rate up as well as self-defense classes.", he told me. "I have a meeting to attend today so we don't have time for defense class today. Let's start with the warmup you need to get accustomed to. Start with an inclined treadmill walk for 45 minutes."

He checked if an incline of 3 was well enough, to me it was but after a few minutes, he increased it to 5. "When this incline doesn't make you out of breath, change it to a 7. It'll take time for you to get there but we will wait. After the 45-minute treadmill session, you take a stretching break for 15, know that if you don't want stiff muscles you have to loosen them up with stretches. Then you start with jump ropes for however long you can do. Antonio here will keep a check on you, if he tells you to continue longer than I suggested, you listen to him. If he tells you you're doing it wrong, correct your posture as he instructs you to. Don't fight his ways & he'll be easy on you.", he finished. I merely hummed in approval & he left for his work. I thought he was going to train me, not that I'm complaining or whining like a child about it but it was a hassle trying to understand him. Now I have to get on good terms with others too.

Being left in a foreign place with loads of men roaming around was gravely intimidating, to be honest. I pushed the feeling down though & concentrated on my task first. By the time I was halfway towards completing it, a muscular hunk appeared behind me out of nowhere. I freaked out & slipped when I mistook a step. Landing directly on my face, almost, because when I was about to go crashing into the ground. He gripped me, pulling me to stand straight with such a jerk that my arm hurt. I already hate this man. "My apologies, I hope I didn't hurt you. Hi! Im Antonio Alessandro." Didn't hurt me? No, no, you just pulled my arm almost detaching the bone from where it should be but he's mannered enough to ask me if I'm well so I should probably reconsider leaving him unforgiven.                                                                                                                         "Hi, no it's alright. I'm Rosalia, nice to meet you", as he shook my hand I noticed he couldn't differ his strength from others well. Like he just failed to notice that his handshake is powerful enough to crush my bones. I am a fragile human compared to him. Although he seems to be cautious in his actions he still can't gauge it well.  So, I guess that's the Antonio that Dante was talking about. 

"Yes, that I know. He told me that a young beautiful lady would soon need some supervision here. Well, not the 'beautiful' part, he only said about you being young. Please don't let him know I said that, he will probably bother me up for making his guest's heart flutter", Oh lord, this guy was like a massive munchkin. He knows his way around words so well, I reckon he will be merciful with my training process as well. I would have giggled at his behavior if that didn't make me look like a maniac or a pick-me girl. "Since this is the first time I am meeting you, I'll bring a physically enriching routine for you the next time you're here. It will have rotations for different times for you, for when you will be at home when you over-eat when you have to attend parties & look snatched, and lastly for defense. Which I don't suppose you will need but that's what you are here for in the first place." 

"That sounds like a lot.", I replied after hearing such a thorough definition of my new bounds towards physical health. "It is. I wouldn't want you to stay in a trance so yes, I am letting you know it is far harsher than you might assume, better prepare yourself mentally for that little lady."

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I hope yall like Antonio as the story progresses. I still can't write in a properly scheduled way but I promise you to try my best in the upcoming year. My last story chapter dropped here for this year. With that, I wish everyone a tempting & cheerful New Year's eve. More health, wealth & love to you. Goodbye 2023. I will miss you.