Crossing the Line

Sam was breathless. All his muscles were pulsing, sweat trickling from every pore as if he were a sieve. His only attire was the black gym shorts that clung to his body like a second skin. His auburn straight hair, pulled back into a ponytail with a thin leather strap touching his tanned shoulder blades, lay in the crevices between the masses of muscle. Bolting from his weight bench and pounding on the wall with his gloved fists, he turned and lashed out into the darkness of his tiny room, destroying all evidence of human habitation. He backed his body against one wall and sobbed. 'Why did she do it? Why?'

He knew he had to make his move. All plans had to go into effect immediately. He could not stand the ache in his heart any longer. As Sam stood in the middle of the dark disheveled room and gazed up at the ceiling, he spoke in a raspy, sinister growl that only an animal can muster.

'I promise she will pay for what she did to us. I'll even the score. She deserted us, left us for dead, and broke your heart, but I'm going to crush hers.'