He was talking. I tried not to think of how he looked and instead of what he was telling me. Once I accomplished that, my brain couldnt get past the running part. I dont run. I walked the mile run at school. True story. I abhorred any kind of physical exercise. I wasnt good at it. I was skinny, but I was soft; had absolutely no muscle mass at all. Thats the way I liked it. Who was he to try to change that, change me? I wouldnt let him. No way, no how. One half of his mouth lifted. He seemed to be enjoying this a little too much. You do now. You have to be fit, you have to be strong, Taryn, if youre to stand any chance of surviving this. Come on, well start with stretching. He forced me to twist my body into unimaginable positions. I even had to touch my toes. The agony. Luke took pleasure from my pain; even laughing as I moaned and groaned through it all. Then, the worst came about. He. Made. Me. Run.
