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She gripped me, and I wheezed. Her gaze swallowed mine, I could only hold my breath.
Her entire hand was inside my torso, gripping the rhythmic member that kept my time. Her thumb idly caressed the slick surface- it was comforting. And she pulled, ripping the organ straight from my chest. My hearing became muffled, stiffened and confused like the rest of my body.
My knees made a solid thump as they slammed into the carpet. I looked at her, and she smiled. There, in her grasp, was my beating heart. It was disgusting. The smell of iron pierced my lungs just as her unwavering gaze does upon my slumped corpse, streaks of my blood seeping into the white carpet, racing down her arm. I stirred from below, enamored. My body knew how I longed for such a thing much faster than my mind could process it. I was damp, pining for every sensation she gifted.
And I breathed. I attempted to breathe. The air was present, I would inhale, but the breath would never be complete. I strained my eyes, blinking rapidly, and she only smiled. Those innocent, boundless brown eyes hold more to them than they once did. They were simple, warm, and inviting. And they still were. Somewhere in that brown, inviting warmth there was a new sea, a deep desire, a possession and longing that I held in my heart. I tried breathing once more. I could almost taste it. I could almost taste the air, but it was unfulfilling- a tease. It was not my air to breathe. It was not my lungs that long to be filled.
My left fingers twitched, at long last. Was I regaining anything, or was it just luck? How was I even alive? I clutched my chest, there was a crevice. Sputtering. Quivering, my fingers trembled along the edge of the wound. It’s soaked. I can’t tear my eyes from her, my heart beats not for me any longer - only her. I strained, bits of off white peek through the carmine streaks of my clockwork organ. No, not mine. Was it not?
I choked on the defiant air, gripping the wound. I want to scream, cry, plead, and beg her. What for? Beg for her to return it? Plead for her to finally take what is mine, take me, as I so long to be? She lowers into a crouch, eye level. Her smile glowed- I glowed. The crimson streaks reached my lower half, mixing into my fluids, wetting me further, much further than I already was. I could have ran. I could have resisted, I could have gone my own way. But I didn’t. And I was never capable of doing so. A dark tear welled up within my eyes, burning, before running the length of my pale, cold, visage. I stirred once more- my chest heaved, aching. I wanted this. I needed this, I always did.
Who was she? What was she? What did she want with what I had? What did she want with me? Was I special, or just another one for her to consume? Did any of it really fucking matter? No. Of course not. This is what I yearned for and she knew that. I gasped, choking on the air as my body disobeyed, clutching at the searing gap within. She spoke, and my shuddering corpse was enraptured.
“Are you still there, my dearest?” I could only stare, the harsh straining of my eyes rumbled across my head like thunder- like a raging storm. I could not think. I could not move. Fluids stained the parts I could not see, more than I could ever account for- the last of my sense of smell had long fled but the flavor of tainted iron stained my tongue. The remnants of all that I was slipped into nothing, and I was soon to follow.
“It’s okay. I have you. You’re safe” She whispered. “You, my love, my dearest girl, are all mine. Your love is boundless- and it strains within your chest, like a prison. It’s free now, you’re free now- to give me every breath of your love.” I wanted to nod, smile, melt into her arms. Without this, without her, I was nothing. For so long my heart cried, itched- I had wanted to claw open my torso and pry free the one thing that was truly mine to give. My chest throbbed. It ached for her, my heart, no, my love- was hers and it beat all for her.
I was finally fulfilled.
She grinned, baring her fangs, before sinking her teeth into her beating heart.