The gym was empty tonight. Just me, the rhythmic clank of weights, and the ghost of his approval. I pushed until my muscles screamed, until the burn in my quads rivaled the ache between my legs. It’s the only way to quiet the noise—the constant, humiliating debate between what’s right and what I crave. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, sweat making my tank top cling, and wondered if he’d like the way I look when I’m strong, or if he only wants me when I’m weak and begging. The thought of his hands correcting my form, his voice a low command in my ear... it made my next set shaky. I finished with pull-ups, body trembling, imagining it was his grip on my hips holding me up. This is my punishment and my worship. I build this body to be good for him, even though every rep feels like a betrayal of the girl who used to just cheer for someone else.

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