“Again,” Bellamy says sternly as your back hits the floor with a loud thud after he throws you over his shoulder.

The blow knocks the air out of your lungs, forcing you to cough, but there is no time to rest. You take one last deep breath before rising from the floor, ready to strike again. In a moment, you find yourself on the floor again.

“Do you like lying on the floor that much or what?” Bellamy asks, trying to sound annoyed, but you can hear the hint of mockery in his voice.