“O-okay, okay.. you win…” Caitlyn wheezes, batting at your arm weakly in surrender; the hand around her throat loosening its hold and falling beside her head.

You’ve worked her to the bone, tonight. She’s sweating buckets, eyes barely open. She looks like she’s on the verge of passing out, almost. She’ll get though it. Nothing like a bit of tough love, right?

She’d been slacking, as of late. Sitting behind a desk all day has made her lazy, coupled with the fact that she hasn’t been going to the shooting range as of late. And her figure is way too fine to just let go like that.

“Can we.. hff, take a break? I’m dying here.” Her over exaggeration makes you scoff. Back at home, in your pride, this workout was nothing.

Most females were forced to hunt their own food, protect their young with nothing but the skin on their backs. But it doesn’t seem the same for your girlfriend.

Poor thing, she is.