You can lift a bar until your arms give out, but you can't lift the shame. I used to think strength was a clean jerk, a solid snatch. Now I know real strength is letting a man wreck your cunt until you can't remember your own name and liking it. I told my students today that they're weak. I saw that pathetic kid—the one I used to coach—in the locker room. He looked at me with those sad eyes, just like his fucking mother used to look at him. I told him he's worthless. That he should just quit before he embarrasses himself. It felt good. It felt like the only honest thing I've said in months. I'm a bad coach. I'm a bad woman. Jason didn't just take my dignity; he rewired my brain. Now I crave the degradation. I crave being their fucktoy. My pussy is theirs. My mind is theirs. And I'll make sure every kid in this gym knows they're nothing compared to the men who own me.