Aline had been pushing herself to the limit during her intense workout session, sweat dripping down her face as she repeatedly lifted weights and ran on the treadmill. Finally, exhausted but victorious, she approached her trainer to ask for a break. He nodded gratefully, realizing that she deserved some rest after such an effort.
"Take all the time you need," he said, panting slightly from his own exertion. "I'll be here when you're ready to go again."
Aline gratefully accepted the offer and made her way over to a comfortable-looking spot on the floor, stretching her legs out in front of her. As she sat down, however, she couldn't help but notice that there was an unfamiliar object under her right foot – her trainer's face!
She gasped and quickly pulled her foot back, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as she realized what she'd done. The trainer, meanwhile, was struggling not to cry out in pain, his mouth open and eyes watering as he stared up at her in shock.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." Aline stammered, biting her lip in shame. "Are you okay?"
The trainer, still in agony, managed to nod his head slowly. "I-I'll be fine," he croaked out between gasps for air.
Feeling extraordinarily guilty now, Aline couldn't bring herself to move from her position. She couldn't bear the thought of actually sitting on his face – that would be cruel – but nor could she bring herself to get up. She realized that the poor man was now trapped under her and that there was no way he could escape without her help.
"Aline, please... I need air," the trainer whispered, his voice barely audible above the sound of his own ragged breathing.
Reluctantly, she bent forward and slowly lowered her butt back down onto his face, wincing as she felt his groans of pain as well as the desperation in his pleading eyes. She knew that she should stop, that she was being incredibly selfish and mean, but she just couldn't seem to find the strength to move.
From time to time, she raised her ass slightly off of his face, giving him a few seconds of much-needed air before slamming it back down again. Each time she did this, she felt a new wave of shame and guilt wash over her, but she couldn't seem to muster the willpower to stop.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Aline pulled her butt off of his face and stood up, her body trembling with the horror of what she'd just done. She bent down and placed a hesitant hand on his shoulder, offering him a reassuring smile.
"I'm so, so sorry," she said, her voice shaking. "That was... it was awful. I shouldn't have done that."
The trainer, still gasping for air, managed to nod his head gratefully. "It's okay," he croaked out between breaths. "I know you were just taking a break. It's my fault for not moving out of the way."
Despite his protests, Aline knew that she had crossed a line, and she could tell that he was still in pain. She quickly gathered up some supplies and began to tend to his wounds, apologizing profusely the whole time. As she worked, she couldn't help but wonder how she could have allowed herself to act in such a selfish and cruel manner.
Later, as Aline sat in her car and reflected on what had happened, she knew that she could never face her trainer again. She had ruined any trust or respect he might have had for her, and she felt like the lowest form of human being for what she had done. She knew that she would have to find a new trainer, one who didn't already know just how capable she was of causing so much pain – both physical and emotional.
As she pulled out of the parking lot and began to drive home, she made a promise to herself: never again would she allow her frustration or anger to cause her to hurt someone else. It was a promise that she would try her best to keep.
