Vi - Curling To Failure (Patreon)

With her hands searing as she forces her cramped fingers tight around her solid metal dumbbells, Vi can barely stay balanced, let alone keep curling. Her body is burning, breath hot in her lungs, sweat and tears mixing on her face. She can hear her blood rushing in her ears in a tell-tale sign that now is the time to stop before she passes out. But Vi hasn't built this body by stopping when it gets tough. Nor by pushing her biceps anything less than to the point of rupture.

Again. Again. Again. She grunts, howls, screams, but keeps moving. Her arms feel like they're filled with hot lead, shoulders ready to pop out of their sockets, headache approaching unbearable.

Vi wouldn't have it any other way. She knows she can take it, and she knows this is what it takes. Next time, the dumbbells will be heavier, the session longer. The grind never stops.