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How would you remove a beating heart from a aztec victim.
With pleasure, very easy. And slowly .
Antes del sacrificio 💓💓💓
I CAN'T BEAR IT ANYMORE! I can't... These TRASH HEARTBEATS. They are TOO STRONG, TOO LOUD... I can't fall asleep... I keep hearing them, every single moment. Drugs didn't make it. GOD DAMMIT! Why won't you go SILENT?! Just... STOP! Stop doing this! That's it. My OWN HEART left me no other choice. I need to teach it a lesson. If it does not want to rest, I will put it to rest. Forcefully. Inch by inch... So that I can finally rest. Now that my lungs are filled, I can see it, every single beat, right under my sternum. I can see it... My little pump, my little core, that little mass inside me. It's really, REALLY trying its BEST to show me its beats, to show me how BEAUTIFUL they are, to CONVINCE me they are worth feeling and hearing. But it isn't enough. While my little one trashes DESPERATELY inside me begging for forgiveness, I wonder... How DEEP should I plunge it to reach each one of its chambers, one by one? Apex to Right Ventricle (RV), then to Left Ventricle (LV)? Should I go straight into it? Should I go straight into the LV? Would you go one by one or straight into my little pump's? Here it comes, little one. Just... STOP.
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Finally, I am at rest. We can both rest now, little pump. You deserve it.
Right through her failing heart!!!
Truly a perfect shot
This is a real, very old syringe made of glass and metal. I love it -- just think how far it could penetrate my chest. You could so easily slip the sharp tip through the muscle between my ribs, pierce my pericardium, and find my heart. So fast I don't have time to react before you've injected a lethal substance into my left ventricle... Or better yet, slow and deliberate, with me conscious but restrained. Watching the slender needle slide further and further into me, feeling the frantic beating of my heart and the exquisite pain as it catches briefly on the pericardial sac before penetrating the pounding heart muscle itself.
I could be forced to stay a long time like that, the syringe's plunger still up, contents unknown to me. Just watching it rock wildly with every desperate beat of my impaled heart. You could torture me with the arousal it instills and the fear of what the injection will do when you finally push the contents into me. It could paralyze me... Make my heart race until it hits 300 BPM and starts to fibrillate.... Slow it to the point that you have to administer compressions to keep me conscious and aware of the other things you're doing to my body... I want to feel it all and know that you control whether my heart will stop.
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You can feel it, can't you? With every spasm of your cardiac muscle, your skin brushes up against the blade so conveniently poised above the space between your ribs. It's your own heart that's doing that, pushing out so violently it reaches the knife. Your pump is just begging to know how it feels for cold steel to slip inside you and penetrate its fragile ventricle. It wants to thrash uselessly around the metal in protest, sending the handle of the knife swinging back and forth where it protrudes from your chest. It still wants to try to force blood through your body, even as the liquid leaks from its ruined walls. It wants to finally slow to a stop altogether when it realizes it's no longer capable of doing its one job. That's just what your heart wants though... what do you want? ♡
Apollo e Dafne (Detail), 2020 - Roberto Ferri