The mat room lay silent, the air heavy with tension and the lingering aftermath of a brutal beat down. The overhead lights cast a dim glow, partially illuminating the vast expanse of the blue mats. In the corner, Jocelyn Satin lay sprawled out, her body unmoving, a testament to the punishment...
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