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You shouldn't have been spying on me… especially in my own space. I'm focused on my routine, feeling every rep, every movement… until I notice something out of place. A presence. Someone watching where they shouldn't. Did you think I wouldn’t notice? Instead of stopping, I keep going. I lower myself slower, more controlled… knowing exactly where you are. I leave you there, trapped beneath me, with no escape. Every squat becomes your punishment. Every descent… a warning. I don’t care if you can take it or not. I’m in charge here… and you learned that too late.