#rip her heart out

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.

It was a cold, bright afternoon in the suburbs of Seoul.

Emily was tensed up with the cold air lightly passing her cheeks. She held her mask into place and squeezed down her cap. This was the first actual mission she was assigned to. The first kill.

She was lucky that the executives even gave her someone to pin down. Her failure was imminent just before her senior opened up the opportunity to prove herself. An opportunity for her to move up the ladder.

The mission was simple. Snow White protocol; ‘BRING US HER HEART.’ Emily made sure the address was correct: Seoul, Seocho Preston Apartment. 23rd floor. Her pulse increased as she walked through the automatic doors after inserting its password. She stood in front of the elevator and waited. The tension inside of her was rising. Her heart was pounding, half with ambition and half with fear, as she entered the elevator that carried her up to the unknown.

All Emily knew about the target was her name and her status: Ashley Breeze. She was an AWOL agent and cut off all communications with the headquarters a few weeks ago. Emily was sent to notify the price of such insolence. She exited the elevator and turned to the door on the right. 

It was almost exciting. Emily hadn’t felt such tension and nervousness in years. She never knew field work would be so intense during her years of training. She only hoped that the effects of the strength serum wore out for Breeze.

Emily, after a minute of calming herself down, pressed the mechanical doorbell. It had a lovely tune, a bit too much for one who was about to be murdered in broad daylight. Likewise, there was about 30 seconds of complete silence. Emily could feel her heart beating inside of her. She focused on it; pushed her combined three fingertips on top of her own left breast and felt it beat triumphantly between her two lungs. She could feel gentle push on her soft flesh every time the blood pumped through her core. She always thought that this phenomenon hid the importance of the human heart within one’s body.

She then felt it skip a beat as she heard footsteps from the apartment.

“Who is this?” It was Ashley. Her voice was trembling and extremely sensitive. She knew that she had to pay somehow.

Emily squeezed down her cap further and looked away from the camera installed into the mechanical doorbell. She now realized why her seniors always disliked working in Korea. These people had high-quality security cameras installed right into their doorbell. However, like it or not, Emily had to say something.

“Insurance,” she mumbled. “AWOL Insurance protocol..” The AWOL Insurance protocol could be explained straight from its name. A rogue protocol that could make AWOL agents disappear from any headquarter server.

To her surprise, Emily heard Ashley turn the door handle and push it open.

This was the moment.

Emily pulled the door ajar and grasped Ashley’s bare throat. Ashley gasped for air after such sudden assault and struggled to push Emily back. It was no use. Emily stood her ground and pushed Ashley into her own house. The door automatically locked itself as it closed.

Emily then threw a firm punch toward Ashley’s head, knocking her down to the white rug in the center of the living room. Ashley groaned as she strove to stand back up. Emily quickly took off her hat and attempted to pin her prey down, just as she was taught at the academy. Yet, Ashley was no easy target.

Ash expected the move and shot out her legs toward Emily’s stomach, making her fly back down to the ground. Emily began to panic. Her heart began to pound faster and faster as her limbs fought back the urge to shake.

“Who the f*ck are you?!” Ashley yelled, pulling herself back to her feet.

“Agent,” Emily stated. “You may now stop your resistance and surrender your life to the headquarters.”

“To hell with your headquarters,” Ashley replied. “I don’t need any more sh*t from you all…”

“Well, we’re not done yet, Breeze.” Emily ran toward Ashley and elbowed her to the big window. The glass shattered, making Ashley fall through and have glass panes cut and snip through her back. Emily could see the blood slowly flowing out of her victim. Ashley groaned and picked up the machete that she kept in her veranda. 

“You’ve made a bad mistake, sister,” Breeze mumbled as she approached Emily. Emily took out the knife she had on her belt and held her combat position. There was no need to fear the size of the blade if the wielder was not intimidating. The machete swung in front of Emily as she dodged, but realized the blade cut through her clothing, making a big gash on the chest of her sweater. Breeze gave a nasty smirk.

“Nice bra, you dog,” she taunted. “Must be a B or a C?” 

Emily felt enraged at the humiliation Breeze was giving her. Her clothing was being a nuisance. She grabbed and ripped the sweater even further from the gash and took it off completely. She now only had her amaranth sports bra protecting her flesh from the machete.

Breeze laughed and unzipped her own tracksuit and held up her chest triumphantly. Her back was still bleeding, but she did not give a sweat, as she was confident in defeating a newbie agent who was too emotional to kill her.

The two swung and dodged for at least half an hour, destroying practically everything in the house. Mirrors were shattered, the sink hose was cut down, and a few doors had menacing scars left on them, each with blades stuck into them. Emily and Ashley panted and sweated eagerly, throwing punches with the hope of at least subduing one another.

“AGGHH!!!” 

Emily stuck her knife into Ashley’s hip and pushed further to make sure it stayed there. Ashley panted in fear and pain as the blood leaked out. Emily climbed onto her victim’s body and swiped out the blade. Ashley whimpered and her eyes were bloodshot as Emily pushed her left knee hard onto the knife wound. 

Emily clapped her hand onto the left side of Ashley’s chest. She pushed down hard to feel the pounding more clearly. It was like art. The hammering beats were almost machine-like, as the organ tried its absolute best to supply its owner with more blood. 

“This little girl has more of a will to live than you, you weak mongrel…” Emily mumbled as she lowered her head to listen to the panic within Breeze. Ashley whimpered and gasped for her life as Emily pushed her ear onto the bosom. Emily enjoyed every last beat. She could almost hear the blood rushing in and out of the soft, fleshy muscle as Ashley’s numerous wounds bled out fast. The pumping of Ashley’s fast and strong heart exposed how much of an emergency she was in. Emily could hear all of it.

“You know what the strength serum does right?” Emily started. “It allows me to become at least three times stronger than a normal man. As far as I know, you still have that serum flowing through this little organ..” Emily pushed  Ashley’s breast to let her know how fast the heart beating by feeling its force through her flesh.

“But did you know that it doesn’t necessarily make your skin and bones impenetrable?” 

Emily swiftly pulled back her right arm and fueled her triceps to submerge her hand inside of Ashley’s chest. Ashley screamed in agony as the Emily’s hand puncture the flesh in the center of her chest, devastate her rib cage, smash through the pericardium, and seize her beating heart all in one go.

“So this is what it really feels like…” Emily murmured, giving Ashley a little heart massage. “Do you like it? You’ve never felt it yourself, but now I have. Have you ever fallen in love before? Has anyone been able to break your heart? Its pumps are so powerful.. I can feel all your losses and experience.” 

“Nnngh.. No.. Just do it..! I don’t need any… Uggh! More of your.. Huck..!” Ashley struggled to speak as Emily continuously squeezed and loosened her grip around her terrified heart. 

Emily paused the massage and grabbed the organ tightly, feeling the anatomy. 

“Do you want to know what your heart consists of?” she murmured, enjoying the scene of her prey struggling within her arrest. “This right here is your right ventricle, this here is your left. This part pushes all your oxygen-rich blood through your aorta which is… Let me see.. Oh, here it is! You feel that moving? Here, let me pinch it for a moment to let you know..” 

“Huck..! Huff.. Huff.. Huff.. Let me go..!”

Emily loved such mockery. It hurt Ashley’s dignity and name to have a newbie murderer force her hand inside her chest and lecture her the parts of her most important organ, first-hand.

“I know that you might have been a professional, Breeze, but now, so am I. Your time is over. This is your payment. Your heart not only pumps your blood, but it holds onto everything you fought for. Everything you lived for. Your passion, your dignity, pride, literally everything. I believe that’s why it’s so hot. And without it? You’re nothing. Just a cold, dead body with an empty cavity in its chest after a humiliating defeat.” Emily mumbled, tightening her grip around Ashley’s struggling heart.

“Mmf..!” Ashley felt the anger fuel her heart even more, but could also feel the blocked and faint pumping within it as Emily’s hand squeezed it tight. “Let me.. go..!! Get your hand.. out of me..!! It’s my heart..!! Let go of my heart..!!!”

Emily let out an evil laugh as she heard the most pleasant words drop out of her victim’s tongue. Ashley was pleading for her life. Emily had never felt such power before. To be able to hear her prey’s grovelling by threatening to end her life without a single ounce of effort.

“Too bad, senior.. I don’t even have to try in order to take this thing out.” Emily whispered. She leaned over and rapidly pushed her mouth to her victim’s, preventing Ashley from properly breathing by giving her a pleasant, deep smooch. Emily felt Ashley’s heart skip a beat. As soon as Emily finished her smooch, Ashley desperately gasped for breath, slightly feeling Emily’s tight grasp around her heart as the lungs expanded after inhaling.

Within that long gasp, Emily took the time to pull hard, splitting Ashley’s heart from her veins and arteries. The force was so powerful that it made Ashley’s rib cage stick open and properly give her the look of a lady who just had her heart pulled straight out of her breast. 

“You know, you’re gonna decay here anyway, so…” Emily grasped Ashley’s head and yanked as hard as she could, tearing off and shoved it right into the hole in her emptied chest. Emily smirked and stood back up on her feet as she saw Ashley’s bloodshot eyes roll up inside the eye sockets of her ripped head, with her long, blonde and beautiful hair now filling the gap between her two dead lungs.