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She didn't want things to go so far, you promised not to hurt her. You lied. She was completely powerless and, by all accounts, dead. Lifting yourself over her and smirking, you grab two long metal needles and push them into her chest. Trying to find her left atrium you wiggle one needle around the surface of her heart until you think you have found it. You see the needle gently shaking of its own accord, the muscle feebly spasming every now and then. The next will find its home in her right ventricle but not before you tear a hole a few millimetres large in her pericardium.

Careful not to disturb the needles you attempt CPR, rescue breaths being given more often than necessary as you cherish the feeling of her cold lips against yours. Minutes pass until you notice the apparent vibration of the needles. Grabbing the battery you had prepared you attach the leads to the needles and switch it on momentarily. You see the needles pull together as her heart crunches inwards from the electrical pulse. You do it again. It's addictive, her heart is your favourite toy and you rapidly flick it on and off. Being a simple button press, you speed it up and force those incorrectly timed shocks at over 300bpm. You enjoy watching the needles spasm in her body. You stop abruptly and watch as the needles quiver for a few seconds before a beat is made. Another and another, you know she may be back soon so you bring her up to the bed, tying her down.

She feels the breath filling her lungs, she wants to continue her sleep yet she can't. Her body was restarting and she started shuddering. You leave her mouth alone as you rest your hands on her breast with the needles in between your fingers. Ticking away inside her, the pericardium is being slowly filled with her own blood as it pumps faster in retaliation to the metal that has pierced it. You gag her as she finally wakes and you watch her confusion. Looking around and unable to move, she quickly panics as she glares at the needles inside her. Racing now, her heart is going at well over 180bpm. She tries to break free until you hold the button on the battery. A crushing pain under her breast has her trying to clutch her chest in agony.

You relent as you watch the needles dance in her organ, dazed and confused before picking up a rhythm again. She tears up, she didn't think it would go so far yet in the back of her mind, she loved it. She dreamed of her heart being dominated, she loved that it stopped, loved that she was brought back and loves her pump being abused so brutally.

You lift a stethoscope and listen to her heart strain with every beat. A wooshing sound is apparent, one that was never there before you pierced her. It's soft and you decide it isn't enough, retrieving another needle you guide it over her tricuspid. She lets out a small moan as you push the sharp tip into her skin, slowly but surely you guide the steel into her heart and feel it skip as you penetrate the myocardium. Into the right ventricle it goes as you angle it against the valve. Shaking so fast yet rarely skipping you will soon change that. Tearing her tricuspid a bit at a time until you hear the wooshing become louder and more strained. Suddenly needing more oxygen as blood leaks back into the right atrium her heart beats faster and manages to crest over 220BPM.

She feels the needle tear her valve as she moans, she had always wanted to hear her ticker squeal with every beat and right on cue you put the earpieces in her ears. The frighteningly fast pace of her pierced heart filled her ears yet she felt the sound growing more muffled as minutes went on. You see her neck veins distended, the pulse in them yet more apparent and you smirk at the realisation that her pericardium has finally filled enough to squeeze her pump. Removing the needles for now, you are ready to abuse her chest. Her heart is barely holding on at 232bpm and is soon to fail. Holding the stethoscope still, you hit her sternum hard and apparently that is all it takes. The sound of a skip and the feeling of her heart stopping was euphoric to her but she didn't want to die. She hears nothing and begins to fight against her restraints. It won't last.

You leave the room after brushing her cheek fondly, you need to get some equipment from another box in the other room. After all, you came far more prepared than she knew. Tools are no issue for you, especially with your connections and now, neither is acquiring a subject. An empty syringe to start with, a variety of tubes of substances, a defibrillator and some far more gory kit if you feel it necessary to use. Or perhaps you might just want to crack her chest open for fun....

You bring some boxes into the room of your playmate, she isn't moving and you have to move fast. The empty syringe easily slides in and you feel the pericardium give into the steel as you puncture it yet again. Drawing as much of the bloody fluid out, you try to drain the sack around her heart just enough to give her pump some room to fill. Once you are satisfied, you start compressing her chest. Her ribs feel more compliant than before as they succumb to your force, you rhythmically crushing her damaged heart.

Pressing a needle deep into her left ventricle, you use it as an indicator for any movement as you continue compressions. After what seems like an unreasonable amount of time you sit back and watch as the needle begins to quiver with her myocardium spasming. You ready the defibrillator and shock her delicate body. Every muscle in her chest tenses, including her heart and the needle continues to quiver. Another shock, she seems too far gone until you see the comforting rhythm of her ticker gently wiggling the needle. You take the gag off of her mouth to begin filling her lungs with air, you coax her precious form back to life and caress her with as much love as you can muster.

Her eyes were still shut but you can tell she'll be back soon, you know she likes it when her heart skips but with the previous health of her pump it was rare. Too rare, you decide. You pinch the needle and hold it still which forces a few struggling skips before you press it further. Against the inside wall of her ventricle, you begin movement of the sharp steel needle. Fluttering as she grows wounded you let her recover momentarily before doing it again, you are damaging her heart inside and out.

As she wakes, you have already removed the needle and cleaned her up for surgery. For now you sit at her side. Smiling at her, you let her know she is in good hands as she hears her heart now wooshing and stuttering with frequency. She chooses not to talk, she barely has the strength anyway and she wants to see where this goes. She had no clue of his dark medical expertise nor had she imagined he had boxes of kit for this. Had she known, she would have loved a more exciting play session with you. She will get just that.

Injections begin as she feels the pinpricks, you ready some tools by her side to open her up. She is beautiful on the outside, it's time to see her inner beauty. Her heart starts picking up but with the damage the pump has received she can only manage runs of skips. She's lightheaded and weak, the muscular vital organ within is failing the fight to continue with the stress as she passes out. She won't feel a thing, you intubate her and begin the real surgery. Dreams of these very motions guide your hands as you cut through her perfect skin. She doesn't need those bones covering her gorgeous blood drum, you remove sections of her ribs with no intent to put them back. She can keep some of them later, though you will have a piece of her with you to keep.

Minutes pass as you reach the midpoint of your work, time to wake her. You gently slap her cheek repeatedly, cooing her name and doing something else with your left arm. She comes to her senses, at least partially, and witnesses her body baring her organs to the air. Your arm is resting inside her, she has no pericardium anymore and her heart is struggling away in the nude. Her heart grows weaker, still skipping most beats and you feel the turbulent flow of blood inside it. Resting in your palm, her life is literally in your hand and you cherish it. Bringing yourself close, you lift her heart and give a long kiss. Almost as if she had waited for this, she moans and arches her back towards you. The vigour returns to her ticker as you lavish her with attention, you lick her delicious rippling myocardium and stroke her all over. An organ that was never meant to even be seen was now being fondled between your mouth and hands.