[Two weeks later.]
"Again!" A loud yell rang through the air, shattering the through the peace of the wide room.
It was powerful enough to throw any living person running for their lives; yet the owner of the voice made it look like it barely took him some effort. He was standing like a proud mountain in his spot, his hands crossed over his chest and a blank look on his face.
His deep brown orbs were focused on the frail figure which was lying flat on the ground with her knees propped up, huffing for air.
"I-I… can't." A whisper left the girl's lips as she gave up already. Even filling her lungs with air was proving to be a difficult task, but the man refused to let her be.
"And I don't care. Get on your feet!" He scoffed. He had his own reasons for pushing her like this, but he had zero intentions of explaining it to the young lady.
