The bearded man with dark hair and thick tattoos clenches the stick between his teeth, his muscles straining as he drives it deep into the woods. His breath comes hard, the stick slick with sweat and something darker, the forest around him swallowing the sound. The way he grips it, fingers white-knuckled, veins bulging, shows how far he’s already pushed himself. No one else is there, just the trees and the relentless rhythm of his own body.
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