Tying Her Laces: The Devil's Submission

Chapter 6

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Her boots were caked in thick, heavy mud from the obstacle course. Every muscl

p bunk. Her arms felt like lead as s

e turned the squeaky metal knob, letting the hot water blast ove

lathered her hair. The distinct, crisp scent of cedarwood a

owel was wrapped tightly around her wet hair. She was wearing ov

ttom bunk. She was applying a wet sheet

ion. She remembered the exclusive, minimalist bottles sold at a boutique her mother frequented-the kind rumored to be custom-blended for the Astor famil

enom in her voice with a sweet, curious tone. "Wha

er guard up, already wary of Blair's sudden, fake sweetness. "Oh, I don't remember the name," S

In her mind, the narrative hardened: Sloane was a manipulative schemer, playing the inn

ayed the sympathetic listener, nodding and agree

nk. She pulled the thin, scratchy blanket over h

ed over the metal bedrail. Her fingers brushed against

ager camp dinner. But she pulled her hand back. It was t

near the cargo pants. Her sharp e

She realized Sloane was guarding t

nd shut off with a loud click. The ma

er muscles finally relaxing as th

smartphone from under her pillow, blat

r thumbs flew across the screen, typing furiously

ely: Tip off the instructors

wing screen. She typed

ble humiliation. Blair slid the phone away, staring up at the wood

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Tying Her Laces: The Devil's Submission

Xiao Song Shu Young Adult

“I thought surviving the elite academy's boot camp would be my biggest challenge, especially with my childhood nemesis, Julian Astor IV, suddenly back in my life. But the real nightmare started when my cabin mate, Blair, targeted me out of pure, toxic jealousy. Because Julian showed me secret, protective attention, Blair decided to destroy me. Right before a strict military formation, she stole my mandatory uniform belt. I was publicly humiliated by the ruthless instructor, forced to do grueling physical punishments in the freezing mud while the entire freshman class watched. But Blair didn't stop there. During a terrifying 2 AM night drill, she maliciously exposed my hidden snacks to the instructors. "Oh my god! Sloane is eating contraband during an emergency drill!" I was dragged out into the freezing cold to run endless laps. My muscles screamed in agony, and my lungs burned like swallowed glass. Through it all, Blair stood in the warm cabin, wearing a triumphant smirk. I was exhausted, freezing, and pushed to my absolute physical limits. Why was I being tortured and framed over a boy I claimed to hate? But I wasn't going to just lie down and let her ruin me. Noticing a tiny sliver of my stolen canvas belt peeking out of Blair's poorly latched locker, I wiped the mud from my pants. As the strict instructor marched in for the morning inspection, I stood perfectly still, ready to spring my trap.”