The punching bag didn’t stand a chance. A soldier with super serum coursing through his veins, angry at the world and himself? Yeah, that punching bag will be meeting it’s end soon enough. Otis punches hard, fast and doesn’t pause. The chain holding up the bag creeks and groans under each hit till it snaps. As it snaps Otis hits it one last time and sends it flying across the room. Chest heaving, sweat dripping from his brow, he doesn’t notice someone else has entered the room.
Cema needed to get out; she’d spent a lot of time cooped up indoors and as of late, it was driving her crazy. As she left her house, she decided to go to the gym to get some exercise. She’d become a bit of a couch potato, spending most of her time sitting and watching television. Once inside the gym, she went to go find an empty room. However at the familiar sound of a punching bag flying off the chain, Celia stopped in her tracks and peered into the room. Gasping slightly at the sight of the raven-haired male, she covered her mouth and slowly walked in.
