Working out of course

It was hard to describe. It was like the idea of the rule flooded my mind. I had to pick a play date with Clara or work out. I understood that much but that was about it. I didn't know what the workout meant, just that I had to do something. I mentally decided the workout. It was the obvious choice and I felt myself being pulled into a run. The feeling was odd. Like, if I tried to turn I could. Actually if I tried to run I felt full control of my body but if I tried to slow to the point I wasn't running this **** took over and made me keep running.

I was running towards a drinking fountain. Would I be allowed a break? Yeah! Thankfully. I drank my fill of water but the moment I felt satisfied the magical **** once again took me over. You know, this kind of punishment I could kind of get behind. Not that I enjoyed losing myself even in this, but compared to that lesbian shit, I will take this any day.

According to my fitbit, I had ran a little over 6 miles. At which point I felt myself dropping down. Push ups? Fine. I can do push ups!

25 later. God I was tired.

50. My arms hurt. If it wasn't for the magic, I literally didn't think I could do any more.

51. How many! God damn Samuel!

52. Finally I was allowed to stop. God my arms felt like they were going to fall off. I felt myself rolling over. Oh god. What next? Sit ups? Well... At least it wasn't an arm thing. Don't tell me he was going to make me do 100 of these too?

That mother fucker. God my belly hurt. Did he have any understanding of pacing? I could legitimately hurt myself going from nothing to a workout this intense.

Though it wasn't over. Pulled to my feet I began doing squats. The run had already left my legs as jello, how much more could my body even endure?

Amazingly enough. 100. I was finally free. I just collapsed in the courtyard. I didn't have the strength to move. The sun had already set, so the cold air was good enough for now.

It must have been an hour before I felt like I could even try to stand but then, once again that outside **** took me over. Oh god, what now. Oh right. Clara's place. At least I didn't have to run. I slowly began walking to her apartment. When I made it inside I just collapsed, Kat was looking down at me. "What happened?" she asked.

Before I could even consider answering, I think I passed out? I dunno. I just knew I was on the couch and Kat was leaning over me with an icepack.

"Mother fucker," I struggled to say.

"What happened?" she asked.

"He **** me to do 100 push ups, 100 sit ups, 100 squats and run about 6 and half miles," I said. "My everything hurts."

She tried to touch me but I pushed her off of me. "Get off. I don't want any lesbian crap okay?"

I saw her look down? Was she sad? God! I wasn't wrong here. I wasn't a lesbian and she wasn't either. A magic book compelling her doesn't count. She had the chance to get rid of that too and she didn't take care of it. That almost more than anything else pissed me off.

"I cooked dinner," she said.

"I'm not hungry," I lied. I didn't want to be in the room with Kat or Clara anymore today. I **** myself up and walked to the guest bedroom and collapsed on the bed. I hoped I felt better tomorrow.