"49. 50. 51. 52…" Apollo counted as Fatih, supported only by his head on a gym chair, looked like a hypotenuse as he trained his neck.
Fatih silently listened to the count as his hands were on his chest in an X shape, looking as if he was comfortable and not straining, but the sweat covering his body told a completely different story.
As the number reached the high eighties, his body started shaking slightly, but he didn't move at all and listened to the number, waiting for it to reach the final count.
"98. 99. 99. 99. 99. 99. 99. 99. 99." Apollo kept repeating ninety-nine as if he were a broken clock until Fatih just gave up and dropped to the ground, letting his neck rest.
"Are you trying to snap my head?" he asked weakly, as he had no power in his neck area at all, other than feeling the strain it was under.
