A lifelong cardiophile and cpr enthusiasts.

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This is a bit unlike what I normally write (more of a story than a blurb) but guess I’m in a dark mood. Hope you like. Tiggers : trafficking. Dark cardiophilia. OD. Forced arrest. Resus

She was there in the makeshift dungeon of his basement. His new lil acquisition. He’d acquired her from Ripper( as they called him), freshly caught off the streets of  New Orleans.  She was most uncooperative and ready to fight at every turn. But he didn’t mind. Jameson liked that. He basked in breaking the strong ones and he knew just how to do it, too. 

His eyes twinkled. He grinned and sprinkled a small amount of a white powder on top of the sandwich he was bringing her. Malina. His newest prize to conquer. He headed down and slid the sandwich though the bars for her. She didn’t say a thing or plead with him. She just sent him daggers through her eyes and ignored him but took the sandwich. He turned and smiled unpacking medical supplies from the duffel he brought in onto the counter on the furtherest side of the cage Malina was in. He unwrapped them in his work area, complete with a steel metal table. Not that she knew what it was for. But soon she would. Six bites in it happened. He was beginning to wonder if he’d laced it with too little. But no. 

Malina went pale, the sandwich dropping from her hands as she toppled to the right. He stopped then and turned to watch her. He grinned sweetly unlocking the cage she was in. “Hey beautiful.” he beamed down on her as her eyes darted around unfocused and she gasped. “I know you don’t like me or anyone making decisions for you… but you’re mine now and I need you to understand that. I make the  choices for you. But since you won’t let me and keep fighting, keep trying to escape…well sweetie I’m going to have to teach you a lesson. That is: You don’t let me have that i want and I’ll take all control from you. Down to when you breath and your heart beats.”

Malina was sprawled out unmoving. Now gasping deeper as he moved closer. He lifted her off the floor and gently carried her onto the metal table. “You ingested a very small bit of fentanyl sweetie. Its potent stuff. It’s stopping you’re breathing even as we speak. But I’ll take control of it when you go into respiratory arrest in a minute sweetheart.  Then your heart will probably stop or come close. I’ll pump that heart for you,  make sure to restart it. Don’t worry!” He cooed at her as she lay unable to move, barley breathing.

He was now cutting through her shirt. She felt vulnerable, violated. Scared. Her heart was thumping in her chest but she couldn’t get enough air. Couldn’t focus.  She was going to die and he was calmly waiting for it. He attached 3 electrodes to her chest and turned on a heart monitor. Jameson gazed into her eyes and patted her hair. “There we go sweetie. You’re on you way to respirator arrest.” He soothed her as she was desperately  trying to live. He looked her right in the eyes then slid two fingers under her left breast. He found the tapping between her ribs where her heart beat its hardest and palpated ever single failing thump. 

It’s a late, summer evening. My first night off for the weekend. I work nights, so I’m used to being awake. I’m restless for some reason, so I decide to take a walk. I make it out the door and lock the door. My keys hit the bottom of my pocket and I grimace as I realize I left my phone on the counter…I don’t plan on being gone long, it’ll be fine. I make my way, not planning a route. It’s warm out, but a beautiful night. Not a car or another person around. I notice the near-full moon as I head in the direction of the lake nearby. I walk and enjoy the evening. As I get closer to the lake, I start to hear music. My curiosity piqued, I wander closer to find the source.

I make my way closer. Not making much noise, somewhat cautious of what I might be walking into. I get just close enough to make out a girl sitting by the lake, listening to music. I venture closer to investigate more and between the soft glow of a single street light and the moon, I make out her figure. She’s very pretty! Long, dark hair and a pink top with shorts. I catch myself staring for a moment and decide to move along so as not to startle her. As I turn to leave, a branch under my shoe cracks loudly. Enough to hear over the music. I hear her yelp and I turn around just in time to see her jump up before tripping and taking a headfirst tumble into the dark water with a clumsy splash. “She’s going to be mad when she comes up…” I think for a moment….Only she doesn’t surface. Not a splash, not a movement. Just moonlight on black glassy water. “Hello?…” I call out….Not a thing. Had I not seen her, I would have thought I was alone. I hurry to the waters edge to apologize to this drenched girl when she comes up….But she doesn’t. I start to worry now….I start to wade into the water. It’s pretty shallow for a few feet out before it drops sharply, making my stomach drop as I splash down, no longer able to touch. I paddle out to where I saw her fall in. I can’t see anything under the surface, but I plunge myself under and begin to feel and search until I brush what I conclude is a knee. I pull and the soft, slender figure of the owner floats into reach. I wrap my arm around her and swim us to the surface. As soon as we hit the night air, I realize she’s not breathing! I carry her in my arms over to beneath the street light and lay her out on her back, arms falling at her sides. As I get her in the light, I notice the bruised bump on her forehead…She must have hit it on her fall.

I don’t waste any time, brushing the wild locks of dark hair from her face, tilting her head back and lifting her chin; water dribbling from her softly parted lips. I pinch her nose shut and seal my lips to hers and try and share my breath, but it’s no good…As I kiss her petal soft lips, her cheeks puff out defiantly, not able to take the breath for all the water in her lungs.

I work fast, swinging my knee across her waist, straddling her hips. Her top has slid up, her bellybutton peeking from beneath the sopping pink top, I lay my palm on her stomach and shove in and up to free her lungs. Again and again, I pump, her head falls to the side as my hand sinks into the slender, taut muscles of her abs, distended with water as I try to save her. 2..3..4…1..2..3..4…1..2..3..4…Her frame rocks slightly under my force as I pump the water away. Finally, short streams of water begin to shoot from between her lips, her dark locks of hair still clinging to her ear and cheek. I try not to stare at her figure, the sopping fabric clinging to her as I feel her body against my hands. After several more pumps, I finally hear ragged huffing sighs replace the water being forced from her shapely chest.

I lay my body down over her, nearly touching as I turn her head to face me and try to blow a new breath through her now-cooling lips. Her chest rises easily now, nearly pressing against my own as I fill her lungs with warm air…whoooooooooosh “That’s it, come on….whoooooooooosh I push a second breath in, trying to ignore the feel of her breasts rising and grazing against me as her chest rises again. I release the kiss and the breath simply rushes back out….

…Nothing. I put my fingers to her throat and attempt to feel for a pulse…I realize now that my own heart is pounding…Is that her heartbeat I feel, or just my own? I lower my ear to her breast and hold my breath, searching for life….. No heartbeat.

I sit back up and poke my fingers between her breasts, searching for my landmark and lace my fingers together. I lock my elbows and start compressions. Sharp and deep, I start to pump. 1..2..3..4..5..6..7..8..9..10..11…..

My eyes fix on my hands, framed now by her breasts hugging the sides of my hands as I cave her chest down, forcing her heart to hear for her. Her shoulders shrug softly as she nods along with the compressions.

The events of the last several minutes finally dawn fully on me now as I sit perched on this poor lifeless woman, working her heart for her. "Huhh..huhh..huhh” I hear softly seep through her lips as I force the air from her, pistoning my hands against her sopping chest.

27..28..29..30…"Come on, now…" I tilt her head back to face me and pinch her nose shut again, kissing her cool lips…I tell myself they’re not bluer than they were before….Are they?….Whoooooooosh Her breasts again hug me as I try to share my warm life with her starving lungs….Her hazel eyes stare blindly directly into mine, less than an inch away as I kiss another deep, steady breath through her mouth, cheeks softly expanding to accommodate the extra breath that won’t fit into her drowned lungs…whoooooooooosh…..

Her chest falls silent again as she simply stares through me, not seeing. I press my ear again to her chest….Silence…..

The soggy top has bunched and twisted awkwardly around her neck and her stomach is now fully exposed. I feel a little guilty as I tear the fabric away, removing the tangle of a shirt, exposing her chest, now nothing but a bra on. My big, warm hands make their way back to the bruise that’s starting to form in the valley of her chest and I start again, pistoning her chest to make it beat. Two compressions in, her head falls and she stares to her right, nodding sharply but softly, “huhh..huhh..huhh..” the small panting breaths seem to encourage me as I sink her shapely chest down hard and sharp against her spine. The moon and street light glistening in the droplets of lake water still clinging to her ivory skin and I try not to fixate, but my eyes are drawn to the reaction of my force on her lifeless form: Belly jumping and jolting with each compression, grazing my thighs. Belly button dancing with the force.

Her breasts frame my hands and bounce softly in the confines of her beige bra. Ribs playing against my palm. All of these beautiful, delicate features in the balance of trying to live again…18..19..20..“Come on…"I don’t even know your name…."Breathe, now…Come on…” I whisper through compressions, looking to her nodding head as I pump her heart….

29..30…Whoooooooosh….“Don’t quit, now…” I whisper into her open mouth as the breath rushes back against my face. Whooooooooooooooosh. Glassy hazel eyes stare directly into mine as I breathe for her.

My ear cups to her wet breast, praying for a heartbeat…

I’ve got something! It isn’t much…But I’ll take it! I know this is a popular swimming spot. My eyes scan the waterside…There! As if an answer to my prayers, I see an AED on a short wooden pylon not 50 yards away. “I’ll be right back” I say softly to her blank, startled stare as I scramble off of her hips and run as fast as I can to rip the box free and return to her side. It isn’t long at all and I have the defibrillator unpacked. I do my best to dry her chest and smooth the adhesive pads against her pale, lifeless torso. “Analyzing Rhythm” the machine calls. I softly caress her ivory face, as though it might comfort her, but she just stares. Lips parted, eyes staring at nothing. “Shock Advised…Push the shock b-” I don’t even wait for the end of the command before I send a shock through the slender, lifeless figure.

I watch, horribly fascinated as her body tenses, muscles taut and glistening in the soft light, causing her figure to jump, breasts bouncing as her back claps down against the ground.

“Analyzing Rhythm……. Continue Cycles of CPR” …I lost the pulse…

I mount her hips once more, my hands cup the valley between her breasts and I start to rigorously cave your chest in once again…I can’t help but stare now…stiff nipples dance and jerk as I piston her heart. I feel her body react to my motions and try not to somewhat enjoy the now-familiar sensation of the taut belly lapping against my thighs. I tell myself I’m not pumping harder than before….But I am. Fascinated by her body, I keep working to try to make her breathe again…"C'mon…18!.19!.20!.Breathe, come on!“ Her arms roll and twitch as I heave my hands sharply against her sternum, head nodding, "huhh!.huhh!.huhh!” still falling from pale lips as her body dances and jerks from the compressions.

31!.32!.33!.34!. I greedily pound against her chest and forget to stop at 30 compressions…A few more and I pause to feed starving lungs with my breath once again. whooooooooooooooosh….whoooooooosh I greedily hold the second breath for a moment in your chest, still kissing her lips as ample breasts drag softly against my chest a moment before I release…I bury my ear to the soft tissue of her left breast and listen…………

lub……….lub………dub….lub…..dub….lub-dub…lub-dub…lub dub….

Thank God….

I caress her ribs before excitedly pinching her nose closed again and kissing life through her lips again….whoooooooosh…… whoooooooosh*….“Come on now…” my voice echos dully in her open mouth whoooooooosh……wh- her chest lurches hard… Suddenly, she heaves out the last ounces of water and double up, hacking and gagging. I flip her onto her side and thump her back with the heel of my hand to help her get it out….then I simply rub my palm along her bare back…Waiting for her to catch her breath and come around…I admire your half-naked figure….. I’m going to have some explaining to do….But first I have to know…What’s her name?!