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Limber

3D Render by grafitaleblue

Little Jules settled into her deep stretch with practiced control, every motion deliberate, measured—never rushed, never hesitant. Her coach sat behind her, watching from his chair, preaching sacrifice—the notion that nothing could be gained without giving something in return. He was a handsome man with an unhealthy mind.

His voice coiled around her like a slow, tightening grip—soft, deliberate, suffocating. Expectation shaped his posture—rigid, sharp—but beneath the discipline, something else lingered. Something unspoken. His praise, when it came, was dishonest; his critiques were precise but extraneous, sometimes lingering longer than necessary.

She couldn't tell which would grant her more time—giving in or denying him, a choice young Julianna shouldn't have to make. Either could spiral beyond her control.

She had learned to navigate his presence—to comply just enough without inviting more, to walk the careful line between obedience and distance.

Perfecting her routines had never been just about performance—it was survival. Her landings were flawless, her movements controlled, each stretch a quiet act of defiance against watchful eyes that demanded more than excellence.

Escaping his grip had been more than just leaving the gym—it had been freedom.

Because some competitions weren’t won with medals, but with escape.

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