ZARYA’S POV

If I thought that he was in good mood. No, I was not right. During the training, he beat me so badly when I made the wrong step of feet. A slap after slap or if not, a hit on the shoulder. All the pain I endured, I did not cry. I managed not to cry even if the sweats were mixed with a little blood. Sometimes, I saw him looking at my bruises. He just looked away when our eyes met.

“Your feet are too spread!” He shouted again as I was moving my feet slant, hitting the arnis to the air. “Step back when you need...