Taylor Swift Slavewife

*Beep Beep*

The alarm clock beeps as I spring awake. Rubbing my head I get ready for my first day of work here in America. Shit man, my backs fucking aching. I get up and enter my bathroom to brush my teeth. I get the Toothpaste and my Toothbrush and like clockwork I'm reminded of the scar on my left shoulder from a bullet wound. Fun times man, fun times. *sigh*.I brush my teeth and I step out of the bathroom passing my kickboxing bag and grappling dummy to get to my cupboard and put on some Muay Thai shorts and a rash shirt. It starts with some stretching. losing the muscles and all that.I start with the Makiwara conditioning my bones and after 15 minutes I move to the kickboxing bag. I play around with the distance throwing plenty of sidekicks and throwing leg kicks from up close and from afar snapping them like a Karateka would. I work on the clinch as well. Thai plum, body locks, Elbows, knees and headbutts. 25 minutes is up which means its grappling. I start with the takedowns. double legs, single legs, Shoulder throws, shoulder wheel, High crotch slams where my favourites. Then I worked the ground game and my different submissions working on the transitions and going from takedown to submission particularly the rear naked . The sound of a beep I stop to take a breath. I get a slight drink and cap it all of with 10 minutes of skipping rope. I laugh. Why do I do this to myself I wonder. the 10 minutes at the end are always the hardest. It's where you dig deep. Where your fortitude is tested, your will to survive is tested. It reminds me a lot of when I was younger. When I was in the army. Man I remember the jokes. The Prince of Karbadi in the army? How is he gonna survive? I chuckle. Good times.

I take a shower once again doing mundane things. But mundane isn't bad. It's nice sometimes. I step out passing the dummy and the bag and get to my cupboard again. I take out a black dress shirt and some black formal trousers take my Ruger LCP II on my pocket holster and put on my sneakers. Can't catch someone stealing Taylor Swifts handbag with dress shoes.

Before I left I looked over at the memories cabinet. Among my medals one stood out as the most prestigious پتھر دل it was Urdu for stone heart. The highest military honour In Karbadi. I remember how I got that medal. I remember it all. The bodies on the ground. My comrades and my enemy. Some of them were maybe barely 17. It wasn't always good times. Never forget. That's what I promised. I got on one knee to show respect to my friends. My brothers. I made a prayer for them and went on my way.

I drove over to her house where I was supposed to meet her. The plan was simple, drive her around and let her do her thing. I'm early. I knock on her door and wait for a reply.

She opens the door and greats me saying "hey" before we both freeze like a deer in headlights. I start feeling her emotions, her thoughts. Oh god! The powers have awoken! she's the one.