“You’re doing very well,” he said holding the impression with his rubber fingers.
Behind the dark scratched glasses, she looked towards the monitor on the ceiling. Unable to hear because of rising heartbeats in her ears, she watched as someone was gesticulating.
This was a proper battle. In her head and against the roof of her mouth.
“Remember, cross your feet and uncross your feet,” he said.
“Breathe through your nose.”
With a reaction that no one saw coming, she punched him straight in the face.