A Cathartic Run (Flash Fiction)

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Her lungs burned.

Her feet were tired.

How she hated her father right now.

But she was even more grateful.

Her weary legs carried her around the curve.

A long stretch greeted her.

Another lap nearly done.

It gave her hope.

Infused her with strength.

Through her mind was numb she carried onward.

Closer.

Ever closer to her goal.

Her pain shortly alleviated as she finished another round.

Not for long.

Her transformation short.

Then the pain was back.

The exhaustion made itself known again.

It was the price to pay her father had insisted.

Nothing was free with him.

She knew that going in.

When she revealed her inner gender.

Gave up on the secrecy.

Another curve stretched before her.

She was close.

So close.

Her last round and it would be complete.

The deepest wish fulfilled.

A price paid to quench her father's demand.

Soon, a stretch opened up to her.

It was her tenth time traveling it.

She ran on.

Not too fast.

Yet, not too slow.

Her bargain would soon be complete.

A warlock by trade, her father could only think in terms of deals.

Be it with demons or his own daughter.

Growing up, she knew how to trick the system.

She reached the last curve, but not the last she would run.

After denied so long, she couldn't just be satisfied with a woman's body.

Each lap would bring her more.

Bigger hips.

Smaller waist.

Perkier breasts.

And her face more feminine perfection.

She would run until her legs gave out.

Wouldn't stop until her lungs on fire.

Until exhaustion would rob her consciousness.

The last stretch greeted her again.

Tired, she ran on.

Tomorrow she would pay.

She wouldn't enjoy her new body.

Muscles would cramp.

Enact their revenge for the abuse.

Then, when it was done, she could rejoice.

But she wouldn't forget.

She would punish him.

Her father.

A little.

After all, she was grateful.

But it was an unspoken deal.

To deny her real self.

Blackmailing her to this slow torture.

He had to pay.

But not yet.

Her feet carried her the last few steps.

Once again, cool magic swept through her.

It was complete.

She was complete.

Her wish fulfilled.

But she didn't stop.

Wouldn't.

Until exhaustion would force her.

So, she ran onward.

And didn't look back.

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very interesting

I wouldn't mind see what happens next

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