The basement training room was a sanctuary for Serena, a place where she could unleash her pent-up energy and hone her skills as a boxer. But today, her sanctuary was marred by a broken punching bag, its stuffing spilling out like the guts of a defeated opponent.
"Damn it," Serena muttered, kicking the ruined bag with a frustrated grunt. She looked around the room, her gaze settling on her brother, Liam, who was lounging on the milking table, engrossed in his phone.
She approached him, her eyes narrowing with playful insults. "What's the matter, Liam? Can't tear yourself away from your precious phone to do something productive with your life?"
Liam looked up from his phone, a smirk playing on his lips. "And what's so productive about beating the hell out of a punching bag, 'Gloves'? You're obsessed."
Serena smirked, her eyes trailing to the milking table and its convenient hole. "Well, I need a new punching bag, and you're the only thing around here that can take a beating."
Liam raised an eyebrow, his smirk faltering. "You're not serious."
Serena crossed her arms, her eyes flashing with determination. "Oh, I'm very serious. Lie down on your stomach, and don't move."
Liam hesitated, his eyes darting between Serena and the milking table. "You're not going to-"
"I'll use your face as a punching bag if you don't comply," Serena interrupted, her voice sharp and direct.
With a resigned sigh, Liam lay down on the milking table, positioning himself so that the hole was over his groin. Serena positioned the table accordingly, her eyes gleaming with amusement.
"Don't move," she warned, her voice soft but menacing. "Or I'll really give you something to complain about."
She started with light punches, getting a feel for the new "punching bag." Liam squirmed, protesting the unusual training method, but Serena dismissed his complaints with a wave of her hand.
"Quit your whining, Liam. This is for your own good."
She increased the intensity of her punches, and Liam grunted with each blow. Serena chuckled, commenting on how much more satisfying this was than the old punching bag.
"This is a hell of a lot more fun than that old thing," she said, her voice laced with amusement.
Liam groaned, trying to negotiate a truce. "Serena, come on. This isn't funny anymore."
But Serena was too focused on her training to pay him any mind. She finished her training session, leaving Liam sore and bewildered, while she was more than satisfied with her new "punching bag."
"Thanks for the help, Liam," she said, patting him on the shoulder. "I feel much better now."
Liam groaned, rubbing his sore groin. "You're welcome, I guess. Just don't make a habit of this."
Serena smirked, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "No promises, Liam. No promises at all."
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