Chapter 41 Matilda Of The White Drifter

• ZARYA’S POV
• If I thought that he was in good mood. No, I was not right. During the training, he beat me so badly when I made the wrong step of feet. A slap after slap or if not, a hit on the shoulder. All the pain I endured, I did not cry. I managed not to cry even if the sweats were mixed with a little blood. Sometimes, I saw him looking at my bruises. He just looked away when our eyes met.
• “Your feet are too spread!” He shouted again as I was moving my feet slant, hitting the arnis to the air. “Step back when you need to! Don't stay on your feet at the same point for so long! That should be attentive!”