Chapter 22: Beggar

“71..higher, 72…73...” Ever heard the saying you can take a horse to the water but you can't make it drink?

Spade doesn't believe in that saying.

I know because he told me over and over and over again.

Whenever I'm tired, he pushes.

When I can do no more, he forces.

Spade believes I'm only a human and if he's there he can sure as fuck make me do it.

“81, 82, keep those abs tight we ain't leaving until it's done, 83.”

My stomach, neck, back, legs, arms and all the other places I don't know are throbbing, aching as I lift into another curl.

Spade is relentless today. ‘It's for your own good’ my ass.

My morning started crappy, it's just past 11am and it hasn't gotten better.

“92… I don't see those abs tight Beggar.”

The sweat drips from my forehead down into my eye.

My hands are crisscrossed over my chest. Fingers locked firmly over my shoulders as I complete one hundred ab curls.