Lust

She had been running for 10 minutes straight. She felt her muscle sore, fatigue from the run. She then decided to stopped, but not before a peek to the back. He’s gone. Her legs slowed down and finally came to a halt. She pressed her palms on her thighs, panting for air.

Suddenly, she felt a breeze touching her neck; she shot up and turned back in horror. It’s him!
The angel of death slowly straightens his slightly hunched back.
“What do you want from me,” unable to find her voice, she whispered. 

“Your life.”