We continued our session for almost two hours. My muscles were completely sore and I had a really hard time even standing on my own two legs. My legs were wobbly and my mind foggy. I was really beyond tired . “Can we please take a break?” I had already begged several times but he always disregarded my question and made me continue.
“Not yet.” He replied. I could actually see the progress I had made from closing my eyes while punching to actually being able to punch his palms. “I am tired.” I whined and complained. It was difficult for me to keep my arms up, not to mention those punches. “Just a little more.” He used the same reply as always. “Please. I can’t anymore.” I begged him again. “Not yet.” He put more power into his voice.
“Alarick please. I can barely stand on my legs. I am too
