Milo was in Salvatore's office. His arms were shaking so badly he couldn't trust them. Sweat dripped from his nose onto the floor as he forced himself back up from the floor, again, for the fourth time.
His body was already broken. He was exhausted from the morning workout with the others. And now, Salvatore expected him to drop his big, bulky body onto the floor.
Milo was gasping for breath.
Salvatore stood over him. The gentleness from yesterday was completely gone, as if yesterday had never happened.
"Get up."
Milo sighed. He pushed.
Soon, Salvatore shoved him, and he hit the floor for the fifth time, his elbow taking the impact hard. He let out a short, sharp cry and rolled onto his side, clutching his arm.
Salvatore stood over him and waited.
"You were trapped in that bathroom because you weren't fast enough," Salvatore said, his voice stripped of everything but fact.
Milo gulped. He knew he was weak.
