Destroying your body was the only outlet you knew. Memories of your past came flooding in, darkening your mind. Your sadness turned to anger, which led to frustration and fear.

The abuse. The pain. The nightmares. It all became too much for you

Thumps and deep grunts echoed the training room, drawing Simon in. You have been viciously striking the punching bag for hours, your knuckles bloodied and bruised. A broken woman with a cold heart, yet a woman in need of comfort.