Chapter 92
The gym this afternoon was scanty and quiet, the best scenario that matched Sebastian's toxicity.
Today at the gym wasn't special — no trainer, no coach, no partners sparring in the ring.
Just a few people clustering in the corners of the building, scattered like shadows trying not to exist.
Unlike the usual scent of sweat and struggles that used to cling to the air, today was different.
It smelled fresh and alive, like the walls had taken a break from housing people's desperation.
Sebastian dropped the heavy weight lifter he had been pulling ever since he got here.
The metal hit the floor with a sharp, ringing contrast against the cold concrete, the echo slicing through the quiet like a warning.
As satisfying as the stunt he pulled on Celeste and his father this morning was, the kind of humour that was his perfect, twisted entertainment, he couldn't deny the fact that that was him willingly signing himself in.
