Erik Drda grips the barbell with sweat beading on his hairy chest, his dark hair damp from exertion as he flexes under the weight. Chains clink at his wrists, secured tight to his forearms, while he squats low, muscles straining against the iron. His clean-shaven jaw tightens with effort, each pose a deliberate flex, arms locked behind his head, wrists bound in steel. The barbell digs into his grip as he lifts, chains rattling with every movement.
