[Third-Person’s POV]
Evelyn had lost count of the number of times her curled fist connected with the hanging punching bag. The first few times were fine, having been shown the proper form. However, after the tenth time, she was really beginning to feel the burn in various parts of her body. Her joints were aching and she was beginning to feel a thin sheen of sweat cover her skin.
“Jesus Christ,” she heaved under her breath.
When Evelyn had first approached Erik and Thomas about their earlier offer to train her, she was entirely sure what was in store for her. Both men greeted her with a smile that instantly grew the moment they realized she wasn’t wearing the mask.
“It’s nice to see you again,” Erik said.
“So, I’ve given your offer a lot of thought and I’ve realized that it would
