Breathing heavily she finally stopped, went to her gym bag looking for her water bottle and a towel. She was covered in sweat some even dripping to the floor. She gulped greedily on the water her body needing the sustenance after being put through the gruelling exercises, and this was her second trip down here.
She was dressed in tight black shorts and a sports bra, her hands in gloves the kind that covered only your knuckle her legs wrapped in black straps to compensate for the luck of shoes, but also to protect them from the harsh leather of the punching bag. The outfit left little to imagination, showing her hard work wasn't in vain. Her body had changed, she was liner, her tummy now sported well defined packs that hadn't been there since college, years ago. Her thighs and booty were thicker and tight, but not loosing their feminine grace as she walked, they were even more mesmerizing if you dared to look as she passed by. Her waist was even tinier if that was possible, her back loosing the softness there, which she had personally hated. She looked every inch a warrior goddess, so beautiful yet so broken inside, the only tell tell sign were eyes, they were cold and looked haunted. She had lost everything she was now alone in this world, no family to call her own.
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Makings Of A Rogue
ActionThe lines between right and wrong are blured when the bad she has fought all her life catches up to her and the term fight fire with fire now makes alot of sense. Meet special agent Alane
