The Workout Demon [Commission]

There is a story told in the bunks of gymnastics camps after dark. One spoken in whispers by even the strongest competitors. One that warns of the perils of giving less than your absolute maximum effort to your training, regardless of how well you've built your body or skills. Laziness is a mortal sin, and such a sin needs more than any worldy punishment.

This being agrees, and more than any coach, doctor, friend or rival - it knows. It knows when you could have kept running for just a few moments longer. It knows when you could have picked a heavier weight, or held that static pose and just endure the burn for a few more moments. Every self imposed failure that is more a result of will and dedication than power itself. It knows, and it remembers.

A demon born from every mid-workout scream, every torn muscle and broken bone. Every pool of sweat and the spirit of women left panting and gasping in a heap.

If you're slacking, if you're taking breaks, skipping diets, or doing anything other than pushing as hard as you can every single day, you might just get a visit. The truly scary thing isn't what this demonic entity does to you. It's what it makes you do to yourself.

Those possessed lose themselves in their training. They forget to sleep, forget to eat, forget they're humans with limits. Like a puppet on strings, they will train day and night. They will drown in the pain of their pumped, burning muscles and refuse to stop. They will flex until they feel ready to burst and still not be satisfied. An intense fire inside them will burn with a complete obsession to train their body into perfection no matter the cost.

There is one more way to summon this demon. To welcome it. But nobody would do that willingly, would they?