Gemotions

"You're shifting to the bench," the trainer had said, his voice clipped and cold. She had always been the main libero, the heart of the defense. Now, she was relegated to a spectator. The bitterness inside her turned to concrete.

Every drill, every practice, she would sabotage the others. Her body ached with the effort to play bad. Her focus shifted to making the other players look poor.

She would watch her teammates fail, and she would derive a strange pleasure from their misery. Her smile was cold and hard as stone.