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Unaware Gym Trample pt 3
🕑 Added 2025-03-08 04:35:47 +0000 UTCThis is a continuation of the story of the link below.
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As Monique stepped off, a sharp jolt of pain shot through my face. I was sure something had cracked—maybe my nose, maybe more. My body was battered beyond recognition, but I couldn’t afford to make a sound. I had to stay still. I had to keep playing the role of a dummy, no matter how unbearable this was getting.
Monique chuckled. “Man, this dummy is really taking a beating. Feels kinda satisfying.”
Ali smirked. “Maybe we should use it more often for tackling drills. Imagine running full speed and just laying it out.”
My stomach twisted in dread. If they used me for tackle drills, I wouldn’t survive. This had already gone way too far. I wanted out, but I had no way to escape. My body barely responded—every nerve screamed, every breath was agony.
Monica, the instructor, clapped her hands. “Alright, ladies, let’s move on to agility training. We’re going to practice high knees over the zombie and finish with a good stomp for balance.”
No. No. No.
“Chloe, why don’t you go first?” Monica suggested.
I felt the air shift as Chloe stepped over me. Her sneakers pounded down, lifting high and slamming back onto my battered chest and stomach. The repeated impact sent fresh waves of pain through me, each step feeling heavier than the last. Then, to finish, she drove her foot down with a final, crushing stomp to my torso. My ribs protested, and I struggled to keep my breath silent.
“Hell yeah, that felt good!” Chloe laughed.
Ali was next. Her steps were even heavier, her strong, toned legs driving her feet into me with frightening force. Every landing compressed my body, making me feel like a worn-out cushion beneath her weight. Then, she delivered her final stomp—a brutal press into my stomach that nearly made me gag.
Monique followed, and she didn’t hold back. Her high knees were swift and powerful, each strike sending shockwaves through my broken form. Then, just like the others, she finished with a stomp—but hers landed right on my ribs. I swore I felt something shift. The pain was unbearable, but I had no choice but to take it.
Monica whistled. “Great work, ladies! We’ll take a short break before tackling drills.”
Tackling drills? No way. That was my limit.
The moment they turned their backs to grab their water bottles, I knew I had to move—fast. Every fiber of my body screamed in protest as I barely managed to inch away. I had no plan, no clear exit strategy, but I knew I couldn’t take another round of this.
Then, Chloe’s voice rang out.
“Uh… did that dummy just move?”
Panic surged through me, but I forced myself to remain perfectly still.
Ali scoffed. “No way. These things don’t move.”
Monique chuckled. “Maybe it’s the adrenaline. After all, we did put it through hell.”
Chloe hesitated but eventually shrugged it off. “Yeah, maybe. Anyway, let’s get ready for tackling drills!”
I didn’t dare breathe as they walked away, leaving me with only moments to figure out my next move. I was running out of time. If I didn’t get out now, I might not get out at all.
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