ZARYA’S POV

Hali was located next to me. He taught me how to slash the Arnis in a slanted way while my feet were at a proper angle. My knee was trembling as I was raising my hand. I was scared of mistakes. He was good at slapping my poor cheek or even punching my belly if I did not get it right. He was one of the heartless men I met.

“Harder!” He positioned his body at my back. I was distracted as I felt his warm breath on my nape. I was panting as he inserted his hand on my shirt. From the valley of my curves, going...