Working It Out

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I sat under the cloth roof of the chow hall, slumped over my food from sleep deprivation. A tray clattered next to me making me jerk awake. "Eat what they give you." Luna slid next to me. I glanced between her food and mine. We were given high calorie and protein slop, but she had been given something with a favor. Bacon, eggs, and toast decorated her plate making my mouth water. Her hand slammed against the table. Hooch sat under me so I began feeding him the food. He ate each bite willingly as if knowing I couldn't stomach it. I smiled and pushed my bowl away when it was emptied.

       "I know you didn't eat it." Luna hadn't even looked away from her plate. "I don't know what you are talking about." I patted my empty stomach as to punctuate my words. "You fed it to the lion. Nice try." She pushed food around. "You won't be eating for the next week." My smile dropped. "I won't survive a week!" I tugged at her hair. She had pulled it back into a ponytail making it easy to grab. She shook her head from my hand. "You could go longer." Her voice was taunting. My stomach rumbled now. She shoved her half full plate away, took my arm and drug me out to the track. "I want four laps." Her brown eyes sparkled. I shook my head. "I can't run my legs are broken." Her eyes dug into my soul. She gripped my by my hair and drug me out into the blinding sun. Her lips traced my ear. "You will run, even if I have to punish you every step of the way." A sharp jolt resonated through my thigh.

        "It will get worse of you don't begin running." I rubbed at my leg but began running. After five laps I was slowing down, eventually falling to my knees in front of her. "Get up." Luna pushed me down to the ground. "Get up!" My stomach lurched, nothing coming up because my stomach was empty. She rolled me onto my stomach and stood on my thighs. "We need to go build your tiny body up." She grabbed me by my arms and drug me out of the field. She took me inside, down a set of stairs and into a dimly lit gym. I grabbed at her hands with no luck. She set me down on a bench and dropped a twenty pound weight in front of me. I glared at it bleakly. "I can't." I pushed my foot against the weight and slumped down. She smirked at me. Walking away, she shut the blinds and locked the door to the gym before walking back over to me. She took my hand, dragging it up her thigh to the top of her pants. I unbuttoned her heavy pants and went to yank them down. "Twenty on each arm, and I will strip one thing at a time." She yanked my hand away. I sat up straighter and lifted the heavy weight, making eyecontact the entire time. I dropped the weights expectantly. She uncrossed her arms, unbuckling the chest plate and setting it down on the floor. "Again." I groaned at her words. I took the weight in my hand, each time I curled up my arm screamed.

        Once I dropped the weight again she stripped her top shirt off leaving her in a tank top and unbuttoned jeans. She guided me up by my hands to put me on a different machine. She hooked my legs down into it, setting thirty pounds on both sides. I gripped the handles on top of the rack, making rigid eye contact and heaving my sweat soaked back away from the leather seat. "Give me something more." I sounded louder than I intended. She kicked off her shoes and socks with a smile. I kicked up my legs, twenty times each until my legs were on fire. Her tank top slid off and she came closer. Lunas body was just in reach. I unclasped my hands from their spot on the bars and drug her body to mine. Both of her legs sat parallel to one of my thighs and I took both of her hands in one of mine to pin above us. She sat suspended in front of me, withering to get away. I pushed her shirt up towards her chest and dropped my mouth to her left hip bone. Lunas breath caught in her throat. "This wasn't the deal." She tried to rip her hands away from me. "Deals change." I sucked a deep purple mark on the flat expanse of her stomach. She squealed when I drug my tongue down to the opening of her pants. Her short nails dug down into my hand startling me and making me drop her hands.

         "Not in here. Not now." She pushed off of me and redressed herself before unlocking the door to leave. "Don't leave here until you can barely walk." With that, she left me to work my body until it failed.

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