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The water burned his skin. It seemed to have a corrosive effect on him, she noted. Like acid or fire, raking flakes of skin and hair away. She clenched her jaw, and placed her hand on his leg. There was nothing she could do.
He was tall, broad shouldered, and beautifully toned. She aspired to be him - to be like him. To have his thick thighs and broad biceps. When she flexed, she saw little of that in the mirror. She looked dainty, like a ballerina or an ice skater.
She didn't want that.
She wanted to be a warrior.
She wanted strength, power. To be like the tanned Greek lifting 30kgs with his legs, like the Canadian woman pulling herself onto a bar, weights strapped to her ankles.
Raw determination poured over her. She picked up her weights, 5kgs in each hand, and chased it.
His clothes stuck to him with sweat, a glistening sheen covering his entire tan body. He had been in the maze for days, wandering aimlessly. Movies had taught him to head to the centre - but how could he get out from there? It was hopeless.
He was entirely alone.