#thank you for the delicious soup Froop!

[abitohoney]

Well hot dayum! What a wonderful thing to come home and find on my dash! Love that we get a look inside Sevika's brain. Totally can see her being this damn stubborn, determined, and tenacious in her workout routine. Also love the interweaved screenshots, they fit perfect and really add some extra yummy visuals. (she's so pretty even/especially when she's angry! 😍)

Sevika working out

Some spilled thoughts.

Thinking about Sevika doing a workout with mostly static exercises….and one hell of a murderous look on her face.

She‘s angry.

So angry where she can‘t bring herself to even speak or punch a punching bag. 🥊

Minute long Dead hangs - thinking about causing death to whoever crossed her.

After she‘s done and her hands are sore, she decides that she‘ll go till failure on all exercises. It’s helping, she thinks to herself as she puts down the mat for the enxr exercise

Planking… GLARING through it.

Sweat beading at her temple, teeth gritted, shallow breaths escaping because her body is approaching the point of shaking.

She‘s been doing this plank for seven minutes. In her periphery she notices someone watching her and ego and anger are a bad combination. She‘ll show those fuckers.

10 minutes isn‘t enough, she wants that burning feeling to permeate her blood vessels befofe she falls to the ground.

The sweat is now dripping down her chin. It tickles like a bitch and it fuels her anger more.

When the plank is done, she rests for five, drinking some water, not giving a shit about whether the water drips onto the ground a bit. She takes her sweater off, only tanktop and sweatpants left.

No one at the gym would dare call her out for it. She always cleans up after herself and everyone knows it.

Next. Wall sit. She hates it.

She has two options….go for time…or for weight.

She catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her arms have a good pump…her legs are hidden under the grey sweats….she remembers a girl once sputtering after Sevika caught her staring at them…her legs could use the pump as well.

She decides to add some plates to keep on her lap while she sits through it.

She strains while more or less carefully planting them onto her thighs. She knows her shoes will hold her in place, she knows this won‘t be any less brutal because of it.

At first the wall is cool against her back and she likes it.

Halfway through her ten minute goal, she starts cursing in her head.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

So she takes her hands from where they were dangling at her sides and sets them on the plates.

She decides to watch her hands for a while, the veins bulging slightly because of the increased circulation.

She feels the way her knee stings and ignores it. It will be fine.

It snaps her out of whatever trance she was in and she grunts, because suddenly those plates feel like they weigh double.

She checks the time. One more minute.

She huffs and puffs on the last few seconds before pushing the plates off and sliding down the wall.

It‘s painful when her shirt rides up a bit and her skin scrapes along the wall. She will check on that later.

Hollow Body Hold is what she wants to finish with.

Those ten minutes feel more like hell than any of the other exercises. Most of the anger has been successfully channeled, but it‘s lacking now.

She tries to get angry, tries to pick it back up, but she‘s burnt through it for now….she knows she has a lifetime‘s worth of anger stored inside her but she can‘t fucking access it.

It would help if that realization made her angry….but it just disgusts her.

So instead, she focuses on the fact that she has nothing to do after she‘s done at the gym.

She focuses on the fact that she‘s working her abs right now, that she‘s building and honing the muscles that most of the girls love tracing…and she loves the feeling of that.

She thinks…maybe after the gym she should make her way to the brothel…make this day worth something.

Fuck she wants to let loose.

Needs it.

She hasn‘t been in two weeks.

She closes her eyes as her legs shake a bit, and her arms do as well…just a bit longer.

She goes through her regular girls…figuring out what she wants tonight.

No bratting. She needs someone who knows how to take an order…a pretty thing that will be thorough and determined to please.

She knows who she wants.

She‘ll find her - if anyone is with her she‘ll pay double to take her away.

When her muscles cramp and her limbs drop, she grunts before trying to relax and stretch the muscles that won‘t uncramp after a quick stretch.

Fuck. She‘ll need some electrolytes.

She decides to eat before heading to the brothel. She‘ll need the energy. The soreness will set in soon enough after demaning so much and then fucking someone into a mattress.

But that will be tomorrow.

Now? Now she‘s got a place to be.

Warm, welcoming lights with the softness of someone‘s body…