changed into something different and meet me in the basement. The door leadin’ down there is right off the kitchen,” Killer tells me, disappearing toward his own bedroom.
I have no clue what the hell Killer is thinking. I’ve never been down in the basement, so I don’t know what’s down there. At this point, I’m not sure if he’s calling someone in to help me learn, or what’s happening right now. But, standing here in the middle of the living room looking around like an idiot isn’t going to get me any answers either. I hustle to my room and grab a pair of leggings I work out in and a sports bra with a long tank top. The holes on the tank top are much longer than a normal one so it shows off my sides. And the scars I usually keep hidden under my clothes.
Scars cover most of my body from the beatings I’d receive as my punishments. I’ve got scars from where cuts were sliced into my skin, belt buckles busted my skin open, whips lashed out at my skin, and any other torture they could think of to inflict on me. There have been broken bones from steel pipes landing against my bones. Those were always set by a doctor on my father’s payroll, and then I hoped my body healed them correctly. Especially since one of the henchmen usually set them and they couldn’t give two shits about helping me and making sure I was okay. They only cared about pleasing my father, so they didn’t end up in a shallow grave themselves somewhere.
After getting dressed, I toss my hair up in a messy bun so it’s out of the way. Leaving my room, I make my way out to the kitchen so I can find this door leading to a basement. Killer left it open, so I’d know where I’m going. I walk down the stairs to find a gym to rival a lot of the gyms I’ve seen on TV in shows. Hell, it almost rivals the gym at the clubhouse I’ve seen as the guys walk in and out for their workouts.
Killer is standing in the middle of the room, laying mats out. The middle of the room is completely void of any equipment. Around the outside of the room are different machines I don’t have the slightest clue what they do. There are two weight benches, a treadmill, and a bike around the outside of the room. I may have to come down here for use of the bike and treadmill. If I knew these were down here, and Killer didn’t mind, I’d probably already have been down here working out while he’s out and about.
I stare at him as he keeps his back toward me. Killer’s wearing a pair of black basketball shorts with a dark grey tee-shirt. As always, his black bandana is tied around his head to keep his hair out of his face. It’s not as long now since he cut it on the last run he was on, but still looks amazing on him. The muscles in his calves and arms move and flex as he lays the mats down and shifts them to where he wants them.
Pulling myself from the trance, I start to make my way further into the home gym Killer’s made for himself. He turns around once he senses me walking up closer to him. If he feels me half as much as I do him, this is going to be insane. Whenever Killer walks into the same room as me, looks at me, or anything, I feel him. It’s been this way since I came to Benton Falls. I’ve never experienced anything like it before.
“You ready to learn some moves?” Killer asks as I continue to walk in the room.
“Yeah. Who’s gonna teach me?” I question him in response as I look around but don’t see anyone else here.
“I am.”
My mouth drops open as I look at the man in front of me. He’s dead serious as he stands there, staring at me. Killer is waiting for me to make the next move. I’m either going to run from the room or I’ll let him teach me what I long to know. After thinking about things for a minute, I make my way over to him.
“Get your ass on the mat. We’re gonna stretch out before we do anythin’. Then, I’ll walk you through three different moves tonight. The next time