By lthr_jock
Paul was running. Running hard and fast. He tried to remember how long he’d been running, but all he could remember was the fun. From time to time a tube was slipped inside his mouth and he drank, a familiar taste filling his mouth. But apart from that there was just the running. So he ran.
Jay looked up as PJ crossed to him. The gym was empty except for the naked figure of Paul running on a treadmill. The monitors were all flashing images at him at a frightening speed.
“How’s he doing?”
“Just broken three hours.”
“Any signs of fatigue?”
“No, the process seems to have worked well with him. I think we can go to the final phase.”
