Ezra's story part II
Trigger warning: This chapter contains acts of violence towards animals. Please read it cautiously.
"Thirty more seconds," ordered the man standing, looking at the watch on his wrist.
"Papa... I can't...anymore," panted the little girl, hanging down in the air, her hands shaking from holding onto a metallic bar.
"If you stop now you'll do it all over again and I will add one more minute," he stated without showing any sympathy towards his six year old daughter who held onto the bar more firmly after hearing those words, trying to control her breath, praying that those few seconds would pass by faster.
"Fine, Gabby. You can take five," announced the father seconds later, sitting down on his chair.
Gabrielle let go, landing on her feet. She straightened her posture, shoulders back and head held high; a posture she always got scolded over by her father when she failed to execute perfectly. She walked to his side.
"I did good papa?"