Villainess's Sweet Everyday

Dozens of instruments, dozens of athletes, a few trainers divide this gym. Instruments of muscle enhancement are almost good, each encouraging workouts and trainers skipping instructions and advice.

Speaking of which, I'm worried that I might be able to lift my grip and use it for real life on my own, like an abandoned puppy. Only twenty more times. Only ten more times. I open and close my palms thinking about that and repeat it. My hands are cramping. I guess I just couldn't do it.

Let's take a break, get up from the chair of the appliance and leave. It's a contract to hurt muscle fibers if you keep going like this.