𝕘𝕠𝕥𝕥𝕒 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕦𝕡 (𝕤𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕕 & 𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕓) – 𝕜𝕒𝕝𝕚 𝕦𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕤
CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN | WEAK
𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪
"Again."
Despite Storm's order, Sophia didn't move from the cold floor, eyes closed as she panted heavily.
She was exhausted.
"Get up, Sophia."
She felt like she was going to be sick if she moved. She'd already told him about a dozen times that she felt like she was going to throw up. He simply ignored her and told her to keep going.
All they'd done since talking with Vladimir Morozov was work out. Storm hadn't even taught her how to shoot a gun yet.
Storm was a filthy liar.
He kicked her side, making her roll to the side and cried aloud. Storm only rolled his eyes. If he'd actually wanted to hurt her, he'd do so. She was being dramatic. "Get up."
It was like he was incapable of acknowledging that she had worked out so much that she was nauseous.
Sophia glared. No. She was done.
Storm kicked her again, causing her to
cover her mouth as she gagged. "I can hear myself talking so why can't you? I told you to get up."
Sophia finally shot up on her feet but instead of going back to the treadmill, she staggered to the bathroom, her hand covering her mouth. She crashed to the floor and finally did as she'd warned him would happen if she continued training.
She threw up.
Storm gently pulled her hair away from her face and held it up for her. Sophia continued vomiting and crying as Storm cooed and drew patterns on her back. And when she finally stopped, having emptied her stomach, he pulled her into his arms.
"I don't wanna train anymore," Sophia pouted, salty tears damp on her cheeks.
Storm tutted and wiped her eyes, cupping the nape of her neck. "Too bad." It was for her own good.
Knowing that her words wouldn't be enough to convince him, she started tearing up all over again, pouting her lips in an attempt to get her way. "I'm gonna be sick again."
Storm chuckled, knowing she was trying to manipulate him again. "I don't care." He didn't.
"I said no."
"I said yes."
Sophia glared at him. "Nyet." No.
His grip on the nape of her neck tightened. "Da." Yes.
"You can't make me."
"Bet? Koshmar!"
Koshmar came stumbling in with a grin. Even as Storm pointed a gun at the dog, Koshmar continued wagging his tail back and forth with that huge grin on his lips.
"Fine," Sophia snapped. "Just put the damn gun down."
Storm nodded, satisfied with her compliance. He put the gun back and made her flush her mouth twice with some water before forcing her to drink a whole glass despite her dramatic cries.
Sophia continued crying as he forced her to do another set of reps.
Treadmill. Boxing. Squats. Deadlifts. Lunges. Pushups. Crunches and lastly burpees.
She hated doing the burpees. They made her physically ill. The up-and-down motion really pushed her limits.
"Again."
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Romantik"𝐒𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦." Sophia gasped as his hand tightened around her neck, his gun suddenly lowered to her heat, teasing her. The more she fought, the tighter his grip got and the more breathless she grew as he started moving the gun against her, making t...
