Professor Sebastian Jones - Is It Love? Fan-fiction by SW

Chapter 80 - Leaving the Manor

Sebastian takes me to the next Medieval machine of torture that looks like a tower. It has weights inside, and some accessories to you use, depending on the type of exercise you will do. I look at it without any enthusiasm. By the way, I'm tired to the bones only in being at the gym!

On the other hand, my wolf is the opposite of me; he looks so exhilarating and at home inside the place. Of course, how do you think he has gotten this fantastic, perfect, and shredded body of a Greek God statue? For sure, it was not at the bars or eating at fast foods.

Sebastian: This is a Cable Bar, little fairy. You can use it for the biceps and for the triceps, depending on how you will execute the movements.

Sebastian gets one of the accessories to show me the first exercise I must do and attaches it to the machine from down.

Sebastian: You're going to start with the biceps. You should do like this, little fairy.

He shows me the movements and explains which cautions I must take not to hurt myself while executing the moves.

Sebastian: You keep your feet slightly apart, and knees slightly bent not to overload your joints and cause an injury. You also must maintain your elbows touching your waistline to isolate the movement, to it be concentrated only in your biceps. Don't bend your fist; keep it firm, or you can hurt yourself.

I nod faintly, showing that I understand the instructions given by my sadistic coach. Then, he attaches the accessory up and explains the second part of the exercise I must do.

Sebastian: Then, you're going to the triceps, like this.

And he shows me the movements again and warns me about what I should not do to avoid injuries. Then, Sebastian sticks the accessory back down and selects the weight I must lift to me to start strengthening my arms. I let out a tired sigh that displays all my boredom of being at a gym and lifting, as I have never had the discipline of an athlete, and I only have won the Figure Skate competitions to my College back in Ireland because of my druidess' abilities.

Sebastian: To start, you will do 20 for the biceps, and 20 for the triceps. Then, one minute to relax. Again, 20 and 20. Then, one minute. Then, 15 and 15, with 30 seconds of an interval, and, finally, 10 and 10. Understood, little fairy?

I look at him with puppy's eyes and nod faintly, as there is no way to escape from his paws. I take a deep breath, as it would give me the courage to face the torture, I mean, the exercise.

I position myself with the feet slightly apart, and knees slightly bent not to overload the joints. Then, I get the bar from down, clue my elbows to my waistline and start the movements as taught by my sadistic coach. Then, I get started. 1, 2, 3, ..., 20. I'm already puffing, but Sebastian isn't moved by my tiredness. He sticks the bar up for the second part of the exercise. I take another deep breath to get the courage to go on with this torture. 1, 2, 3, ..., 20!

"Gosh! It is out of my powers!"

My muscles are already complaining, and it is only the first batch of the exercise. Well, not only my muscles, I'm also whining, as I'm not used to this routine of vigorous workouts. My routine is drinking loads and eating pizza, fries, burgers...

Between gasps, I protest meowing, trying to demote Sebastian of the idea of making me a high-performance athlete, as I don't need it. It is not the Olympics! It's only a simple College competition...

Khawla: Seb, come on! What is the point in doing that? I don't need this to compete for Mystery Spell University!

Sebastian raises his eyebrow and repeats my very words to himself while nodding, as he always does to memorize them. Then, he barks to me, attaching the bar from down.