Helena's POV
My muscles scream in agony, but Yannis shows no mercy. He drives me harder with each passing day.
For an entire week, this has become our twisted routine. He pushes my body beyond its breaking point until I'm retching across the gym floor like some pathetic weakling.
Every single time, he unleashes a string of curses that makes me feel smaller than dirt.
My training sessions have turned into the pack's entertainment. A growing crowd gathers daily to watch my humiliation unfold. They've started placing bets on how many minutes I'll last before hitting the ground. I'd be furious if I had any energy left to spare for anger.
I crumple to the floor in a heap, and Yannis towers above me like some merciless tyrant savoring my defeat.
"Get up."
I fling my arm dramatically across my face. "Just toss me in whatever dungeon you prefer."
"Get up," he commands again, his voice cutting through the air.
I peer at him from beneath my arm. "Absolutely not."
