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Strong violence and content ahead

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Strong violence and content ahead.
Ye be warned.

 Ye be warned

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I glared at Jason from across the backroom as he happily, and horribly, sang along to someone's theme song playing from the front

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I glared at Jason from across the backroom as he happily, and horribly, sang along to someone's theme song playing from the front. Usually we were placed in typical training rooms, but for this gym we were in some sort of studio with mirrors and exercising balls all around us. I seriously debated on throwing one at his face if he didn't stop, but thankfully the song ended. When it did I asked, "Why hell are you so cheerful?"

"Because it's December! The most wonderful time of the year," he leaned back in his chair with a smug grin.

"You're into Christmas?"

"Nope. But I'm definitely into New Years. You know why?" Instead of replying I kept tying up my bruised hands quietly. When he finally lost patience, he answered, "That means I only have one month left with your ass."

I looked up to narrow my eyes at him. "Fuck you."

"Awe, will you miss me that much?" he cooed.

"You're not a funny pirate."

"And you're not a smart cookie. Which reminds me," he leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees, "are you all pissy because of that competition still?" At that, I paused wrapping my hands. Of course he would bring it up. "You really should have known better than to try and escape."

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