Megalodon: King of the Ocean

Chapter 14

Unfortunately for Camila training didn't get easier, if anything it got more unbearable.

For the past month, Blue would make her run 10 laps of his monstrous lab in hopes to warm up her body. Then they would get into the actual workout, on a good day they did 10 rounds of a few dozen high intensity exercises, a self made obstacle course, and finish off with full body stretches. The workouts left Camila sore from her head down to the ends of her toes. But she would be lying if she said she hasn't seen positive changes in her body.

Physically her body looks and feels more muscled and lean, she no longer huffs and puffs walking up a flight of stairs. On top of that, her body just feels overall healthy. She doesn't crave for sweets or chocolate, although once a month she gives into the guilt pleasure. Her body now craves vitamins and minerals from veggies and fruits. Blue being the overly fit and smart ass that he is refuses to buy actual vitamins, instead saying some bullshit like "-it all comes from eating healthy. Just eat your damn vegetables and you will be good."

After spending a month here she has somewhat gotten used to Blue's smart retorts and unexpected mood swings. If she didn't know any better she would think he is addicted to crack. But it's just his personality, what can you do.

"The dishes aren't going to clean themselves, Princess."

Think of the devil, and the devil shall appear.

"I am washing them!" Camila shouts back, seeing Blue's retreating figure as he goes into the elevator, no doubt going down to his lab.

While scrubbing the stubborn stain of left over dried pasta from the pot, Camila can't help but wonder how much she has changed over this past month.

The once sweet and caring girl, is being transformed into a lean, mean killing machine.

After every training session Blue always gives Camila her progress report for the day, and as happy as she is that she is improving , she can't help but wonder when will this training stop.

She can defend herself well enough, her attacking skills are passable, as Blue said himself. Then why all this high intensity training? Surely Blue has something up his sleeve. Another secret that he isn't sharing with her.

Putting the last of the dishes on the drying rack Camila chooses to go do something Camila-like tonight. It has been a hot minute since she last did something she really liked.

Entering her bedroom, her fingers automatically start tapping her chin, as she thinks of what to do.

That's right! Painting!

One of Camila's ongoing hobbies as a teen has been painting.

Although she is no Picasso, she is happy with her paintings, and that's all that matters to her.

Taking out her huge A1 size painting journal and a few essential painting supplies, she looks around the room for a good place to set up and paint. Her eyes scan the room, it's spacious, but she just isn't feeling the cozy, homey vibe from it.

She trudges down the hallway, hoping to find better luck in the kitchen. Nope.

This place is just too boring and tasteless.

Camila wonders where in this house is a place that feels cozy, has good lighting and can give her inspiration.

Her mind automatically thinks of Blue's lab, the one with the cozy blue hue that has the view of the vast ocean.

Shaking her head she tries to diminish that idea.

No. Not a chance. He would never let me down there. Camila tries to internally persuade herself.