#chest cavity

Lisa and Madeleine glared at each other in their respective black and margaret bikinis; the ritual was just about to begin.

The tribe of women had no love for each other.

It was only the most powerful which they wanted as a leader.

Lisa and Madeleine were the two competitors of the division, with one of them just around half an hour away from their end.

Lisa’s heart pumped fast with anxiety; she knew Madeleine was to be the strongest foe whom she had ever faced before. 

Never mind the fact that Madeleine was 3 years older, a more mature and experienced huntress.

Madeleine felt the same.

Her heart was hammering beneath her ribs, almost knocking on her breast with each ounce of blood it delivered throughout her veins.

The beach was silent and the sun was bright. 

The two women both tried their utmost best to look as sturdy as possible.

The audience was also silent yet merely for respect; they had no sympathy whatsoever for either of the women in front of them.

Lisa’s heart pounded faster and faster as the minutes passed, but she had to wait until the flames were lit to commence the fight.

The only sound that could be heard was from the waves softly landing onto the shore and drenching the two women’s bare feet.

*FOOM*

The flames on both sides were lit.

Lisa and Madeleine circled around the small sand arena, still glaring and examining each others’ thoraxes to seek the perfect location to strike through.

The rules were simple.

No retreating.

Reveal the beating.

Madeleine and Lisa simultaneously charged at each other and began.

The first punch from Lisa directly struck Madeleine’s collarbone, with Madeleine not giving up a single moment as she followed it up with a blow straight toward Lisa’s stomach.

Lisa coughed and shook it off, shooting a punch aimed right at the center of Madeleine’s pounding chest.

The punch missed as Madeleine took a step back, then making the same move onto Lisa’s breast.

Lisa was caught by the punch and felt a deep and immense force push her by the chest as her heart began to hammer in anger and rage.

Madeleine gave a huge scar on her position.

Lisa was struck straight on the chest.

Madeleine smirked, realizing the humiliation that she had given her opponent.

“I almost felt a beat,” Madeleine stated in pride.

Lisa showed her teeth in rage and tackled Madeleine down to the sand.

Madeleine quickly kicked her off and stood back up to her feet.

The two exchanged punches and kicks for nearly 20 minutes straight, with neither of them willing to have their beating hearts torn out by the other.

But that didn’t depend merely on their will.

Lisa and Madeleine both seemed to be meeting their limit, with both their organs booming inside their chests, as if they were asking for the fight to end.

Madeleine gasped for breath as she and Lisa stood still, both with their fists clenched and covering their faces.

The two then collided once more and continued to push through their limits.

Lisa shot out a powerful punch toward her enemy’s chest again.

Madeleine groaned in pain as the punch struck the middle of her breast and slammed her ribs onto her heart.

She then rampaged in sheer outrage and trapped Lisa’s right arm as she let out a decisive uppercut on to her chin.

Lisa lost her grip for a few seconds.

Madeleine smirked once more.

“You’re finished, girl…” 

Lisa couldn’t stand still.

The blow toward her chin was too critical.

“Here, I’ll let you feel my heart before I dig into your breast…”

Madeleine gently grabbed Lisa’s hand and pushed it deep onto her left breast.

Lisa could feel her opponent’s heart pounding fast inside; she only wished that she had the power left in her arm to let go of Madeleine’s grip and properly drill inside the lovely chest and feel the heart first-hand.

Madeleine then pushed Lisa’s hand off and stared at her for a few seconds as she stood weakened, shaking all around the place.

*THUD*

*CRUNCH*

Before Lisa could even notice, Madeleine launched her hand targeted straight for her bosom and dug through the flesh and bloody rib cage.

The audience watched in satisfaction as they saw Madeleine’s hand and wrist bore through Lisa’s breast into her hammering and panicking heart.

Lisa couldn’t make a sound and only stared at her foe’s head as she reached through her flesh.

Madeleine loved the feeling.

The feeling of Lisa’s young and warm blood course through the aorta, veins and arteries as her heart raced inside her grip was the best satisfaction Madeleine had ever felt.

She tightened her grip and pushed further inside of Lisa’s thorax just to take up as much space inside of her as she could and feel Lisa’s lungs move along with her pounding heart.

“It’s so warm.. I love it, darling…”

Lisa groaned and whimpered as she watched the hole in between her breasts pour out her crimson blood.

She could feel Madeleine’s hand grabbing so tightly onto her most vital organ as beat its last.

“I told you that you shouldn’t challenge me..”

“F*ck you…” Lisa whispered as she clearly felt the arm ripping through her soft flesh and the hand tightening and relaxing its grip just to mock her torment.

The audience could only see Madeleine’s arm rooted inside of Lisa’s chest and a bloody hole circling her wrist, but it was satisfying enough for them.

They readied to greet their new leader.

Lisa could feel the pull.

Madeleine grabbed hard and tugged on Lisa’s heart.

Lisa screamed in pain as Madeleine ripped her whole heart out, tearing it apart from her veins and arteries.

Madeleine smiled in pride as she saw Lisa collapse to the ground with her rib cage sticking out of her breast and her black bikini torn as the bones rigidly stuck out of the cavity.

She then threw the still-beating heart into the water, watching the blood float across the surface as the heart puked out its last ounces.

The judges on either side of Daisy both strolled to her and clenched each of her wrists. They rolled down the wire and tied them up after tying up her ankles. This was the first time Daisy encountered an Exchange. The face of the judges were not visible, as they had the most intimidating, spiked helmets and face masks that were traditional within the nation. Daisy took a deep breath and directly glared into her opponent’s eyes as Anastasia took a few arrogant, serene steps towards her.

The Exchange could take as long as the fighter wanted it to be. The only downside was that the audience would lose their patience if it had taken up an excessive amount of time. However, this was a different case for everyone. It was the first ever Exchange of the second Heartosseum tournaments. The audience could wait and even relish the two fighters tease, mock, and even intimidate each other before their actual fight began. It was an important part of the battle after all, as whoever succeeded in proving their superiority towards her opponent and equilibrium throughout the confrontation usually stood as the victor. 

Daisy was holding on to her tenacity well so far, but this was not a good time to let go of it. Not a single beat of her heart should go out of rhythm. One skip of a heartbeat may only increase the opponent’s confidence and let the audience know that she was not so flawless. The micro-camera and recording device which was implanted within her breast many years ago activated, broadcasting Daisy’s live heart to the whole audience through the big screen.

Anastasia stopped her approach. She was already there. She looked up at Daisy daringly, as Daisy hung from the wires and breathed calmly to control her heart rate. It was difficult for her. Daisy could see her opponent’s deep, ice-blue pupils almost gaze into her soul. She could not believe how profound and mysterious her opponent was. 

Anastasia did not dare break her poker face. It was unnecessarily risky to let the competitor know of her short temper and unease with emotions. Instead, she gradually set her almost-arctic, freezing hand onto Daisy’s bare belly and walked her fingers up towards the upper part of her torso. The two fingers strolled and with every step they took, with every time a finger mildly pressed onto her warm, soft flesh, Daisy merely felt like she might lose the perfection of her calmness. Her serenity must not be broken within this process. Anastasia now began to feel the pumping organ gently thrust the left side of Daisy’s thorax from the bottom part of her rib cage. The fuming, hot blood was constantly gliding through her veins as it rhythmically circulated in and out of Daisy’s temperate heart. 

Anastasia’s fingers stopped right at the top of Daisy’s left breast and pushed in, gradually further and further into the soft and cushy surface. She poured in more of her frost powers in order to lower the temperature of her hand, and proceeded to slip her whole hand under Daisy’s orange sports bra and push it daringly into Daisy’s bosom to feel her heart beat from the most non-lethal proximity. Daisy was starting to lose it. She did not find the cold rushing into her body so pleasant. Anastasia’s ice-cold hand pushing so generously onto her soft spot made Daisy feel an instant rush of unease, and her breath became shorter and quicker; the pace rising as slowly as Daisy could hold, but soon to be noticed by her opponent and the audience afterwards.

Anastasia continued to make her hand colder; it was now forming small bits of rime around the round, perfect breast of her opponent. She looked straight into Daisy’s eyes, brought her face closer, and breathed her frost breath very softly, but noticeably. She could feel Daisy’s heart pump a little faster. It was increasing in its rate. Yes, the heart was now at its moderate pace, which is far hastier than what Daisy had hoped to retain in. Daisy could feel the embarrassment and humiliation swarm throughout her entire thorax now, as Anastasia finally gave a smooth smile, letting her know that she detected Daisy’s heart pounding faster every second, along with the fact that the audience and Anastasia herself was now looking at a pathetic, easily-intimidated amateur. The more Daisy thought of this, the faster her heart began to pump. She could not hold it in anymore. Her mentality was slowly breaking down. She felt as if Anastasia had already confiscated her beating organ. Anastasia was an excellent manipulator.

The audience looked down toward the stadium as they were hearing Daisy’s heartbeat increase. Many of them smirked and some even chuckled, already satisfied at how the Frost gladiator already intimidated her opponent, full of fire. 

Anastasia gradually pulled her hand out from beneath Daisy’s apparel, and abruptly snapped, “Pathetic,”

Daisy gritted her teeth in rage. Not only was she angry at herself for being overcome by a Frost punk, but she was overwhelmed with the thought of gouging into Anastasia’s cold chest and melting down her beating heart as she felt it burn and melt in such heat. 

It was now Daisy’s turn.

She could not wait.

The audience looked without hesitation, eager to see how the Ember warrior was to make her aggressive comeback towards the graceful mockery of the Frost.