𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚, 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙪𝙗𝙟𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙪𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚. 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣. (Please note, this book has not been proofread and may contain minor grammatical and or punctuation errors. If you find any please feel free to berate me in the comments. Thanks. (￣ε(#￣)
𝘿𝙤𝙪𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙮, 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙥. https://www.patreon.com/saydahope
One hit after another, Jane punches the padded circles of the MMA trainer, its metal arms rattling from the force.
The boxing machine jerks on its frame, each hit thought of 3 moves before. Its simple rhetoric of rhythm for her, boring in a way, becoming a mindless memory like words to a song.
Her body halts and taped fists drop. She pants and holds her steady gaze on the machine, drips of sweat rolling down her face.
Snatching up the towel from the bench nearby, she wipes at her arms and chest between the thin tank top straps.
Her company in the gym keep to their regimens, exercising their bodies and skills.
With Jane passing the bottom of the stairs to the upper level,, Boris Barton comes from his perched office view of his fighters, trotting down the grate steps. "Jay." She slows and looks back. "When you get showered, swing by the office. I need to go over the contract for you match in July."
"Sure." She starts back for the locker rooms.
Jane drops her clothes, sweaty piece by piece on a bench outside one of the showers.
The faucet squeaks on and steam fills the stall.
She steps into the rain pouring from the shower head, closing her eyes and letting the hot water wash away any tension.
The steam wets the air, the locker room becoming heavy. Gradually, the gray mist blends with wisps of black mist, swirling and floating.
The heaviness in the air changes, the weight of the mist building. Jane's eyes open slowly, a sense of another body adding to that weight in the room.
Echoed in the locker room, the sound of scratching moves around the stalls. Black claws curving into the gray tiles, paths of white gouges are left behind.
Her attention awakens in a widened look towards the shower stall entry.
The faucet squeaks off and Jane snatches a towel. Carefully, she leaves the cubical shower, stepping into the locker room. Cautiously, she searches the poorly lit room, looking for who or what is adding this weight, the vague scratching a clue of direction into a dark corner. Nearing closer to that dark corner with each wet step of her bare foot, Jane's fists begin to ball.
"Want me to scrub your back?!"
Letting out a shriek, Jane whips round, punching Creep in the face, launching the loofa into the air from his raised hand.
Standing with a couple of his fighters, Barton flinches, worry jumping on his face, the shriek coming loud and clear from the women's locker room.
"I didn't see nothin'!" Creep nips from the floor.
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