Author's note:
This is more like it.
Title by Van Halen
Running with the Devil
It was supposed to be a calming morning jog, but it somehow turned into a furious sprint. Sam's shirt was clinging to his toned body, soaked with sweat. He finally slowed down and bent, putting his hands on his knees, breathing heavily.
It's just that he had all these contradicting feelings. It felt like he was being torn apart from the inside.
And it was killing him.
He couldn't say yes. He promised himself that he won't agree. That he'll never agree.
And yet he found himself agreeing over and over again, even begging for more. Always coming back to him.