I suppose I should have warned my technician all those months ago when my new personal trainer was decided and Jazzmine had set her sights on him. She can't be a bit of a stickler to a training regimen once she sets her mind to it. Especially after dealing with me for so long, actually having someone who shows a bit more emotion must have been exactly what she was looking for. He dodged one too many company required morning jogs I'd wager, which put him in this position. One morning I'd heard a very loud commotion by the front entrance of the estate. Only to see that poor raccoon being dragged out the front doors by his tail to what I can assume was the nearest gym. He was putting up a pretty decent fight, at least for what I'd expect for someone of his...build. But by how easily she was dragging him it was clear he was just going to have to bite the bullet on this one. Hopefully, I get him back in one piece. He's very good at his job.

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Meanwhile

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"You've GOT to be shittin' me right now Sebastian! There are no weights on that bar! You keep it up I'm gonna sit on your fuckin' chest!" The panther screamed out overtop the now shaking raccoon. The other gym mates looked over with concern, but they knew better than to get in between her and whoever that boy was she was trying to whip into shape. Or maybe she was just working out some aggression. They could never really tell with her.

The raccoon in question could barely settle his shaking arms, trying and still failing to lift the bar repeatedly. "I tried to tell you, you must have gotten the expert bar or something, this thing weighs a ton." His strain was very noticeable, sweat dripping from his forehead and already matting his fur. With another hard exhale he pushed up on the back as best he could, holding it up above him. "Can't we start with something lighter, please? Or better yet, just let me leave. My job doesn't even require physical training."

The look of disappointment on her face grew even deeper than she thought possible at this point. Massaging her temples as she grabbed the bar with one hand and lifted it up. "Sweet Jesus, how do you even open the front doors on Mr. Viserion's house?"

Sebastian coughed a few times, leaning up and looking away, almost dreading the reaction she was sure to give with his response. "I uh...normally just have the maids open the door once I ring the bell." His voice was barely above a whisper by the time he'd reached the end of the sentence. His eyes pinpricks as the panther leaned in closer to his face, their noses nearly touching.

"You'd better lay your scrawny ass back down on that bench. Or I'm gonna tie you to it..." She seethed, her eyes already panning the floor for the nearest rope-like substitute.

Sebastian gulped, resigned to his fate, and leaned back down onto the bench. Head already swimming from the sheer pressure the panther seemed to be radiating over him. Whispering silently to himself as the bar was nearly shoved back into his hands, "So...this is how I die."

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Sebastian and Jazzmine both belong to me

Art done by  Mervvin