"STOP!"
Ye yelled, interrupting the training session.
Dan Ya, unaccustomed to such harshness, hesitated but refrained from questioning or protesting. She knew that any defiance would halt her training. She was mid-stretch, her upper body bent forward as she attempted to touch her toes.
When the Training Head yelled, she instinctively straightened up. However, he commanded, "Don't move. Stay in that position."
She froze, her body tensed. He approached her and pointed out the flaw in her posture. "Your posture is incorrect. You need to engage your legs and back muscles," he instructed.
The Training Head moved closer, his hand hovering over her back. "Relax your shoulders," he murmured, his voice low but serious. "Let go of the tension."
As he gently massaged her tense muscles, a strange sensation washed over Dan Ya. It was a mix of relaxation and fear, a dangerous cocktail that ignited a fire within her. She tried to resist, but his touch was too powerful.
