Tying Her Laces: The Devil's Submission

Chapter 7

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pitched air horn shattered t

ainst her ribs. She shot up in the dark and hit her h

p loudspeaker, screaming for an emergency nigh

d Paige scramble out of bed, tripping over

mattress. She grabbed her heavy boots and s

nts, her stomach let out a painful, hollow cramp. The

il-wrapped chocolate in her pocket. Des

dark chaos, she pulled out the chocolate Julian

foil. The crinkling sound seemed dea

door, heard the crinkle. She whipped around and turned

e red-handed. She was frozen, halfway

t a loud, th

ice ringing out. "Sloane is eating c

ghts. The chocolate hovered inches

or Cole Donovan kicked the cabin door open. He held a

om, instantly locking onto Sloane and

ched up and snatched the chocolate

esort for midnight snacking, recruit?" Don

e laces dragging on the floor. She stammered an apology, her f

ssed over her chest. A look of pure, tr

to the field. He pointed a thick finger at Sl

night, leaving Sloane entirely a

square. "This wasn't in your bag durin

d you get it? Tell me, or I

fused to speak. She was absolutely determined not t

"Insubordination carr

rack surrounding the assembly fie

night wind cut right through her thin t-shirt

eld, shivering in the dark. They watched silentl

aised his

r possessing contraband and withholding

bowed in deep humiliation as a low, shocked

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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.”