Dr Omiata's Depravity

Assassin's Second Round

The room was a stark contrast to the grim world outside; it was bathed in the warm glow of a roaring fireplace, eerily comfortable aside from the chains that held her in place and put her bare body on humiliating display.

Ellie walked in. She indeed wasn't done. Memories of the vibrant life yielding to her dominance was sheer addiction. She grabbed her backpack and pulled out a syringe and two vials. Her hands trembled slightly as she drew out a mix of dobutamine and digoxin into the syringe. Her lips moved silently, almost as if whispering a prayer or perhaps an apology.

"A panicking heart feels different in this time... more exciting." Ellie said ominously.

Ellie was very aware of the danger of the situation. An infusion of dobutamine, a drug that would make the heart pound harder, coupled with digoxin, that increased contractile force, was an extremely risky proposition. It was akin to over charging a capacitor and seeing when it bursts into flames. Here, the capacitor was a beating heart.

The frightened redhead knew more than to resist the one who could kill her at any moment. Her nude, pallid form on display, she was a sea of white and pink interrupted by subtle streaks of blue and littered with speckles of brown across her chest and cheeks. A purple splotch over her heart reminded her of what Ellie was capable of. She accepted her position with as much dignity as she had left. There was nothing in the way of Ellie's plans and her fate.

Even as Ellie pushed the needle in her veins, the woman lied there complicit, somber. The only fight in her was the unconsciously driven pounding in her chest. The lack of resistance gave Ellie pause -- by the time she gave it a second thought, the concoction was traveling through the woman's veins at a frantic pace. As the chemicals coursed through the woman's veins, she playfully trailed her fingers up the woman's arm and to her heart. At the same time her fingers stopped at their mark, she felt the palpable beating skip. The poor thing was already a frantic mess, and it hadn't even tasted the poison it was drinking.

Ellie pressed her hand downward and felt the woman's heart thudding hard in her chest. An odd mix of curiosity and terror ran through those icy blues as her heart rate spiked and sent tremors through her body.

Her breathing became heavy, then shallow and labored in a dance of splaying ribs that entranced her captor. Each beat of her heart became uncomfortably vivid. It was as if the organ was kicking into her lungs. The rhythm faltered into violent spasms against Ellie's intrusive palm, and Ellie needn't say a word as she watched the woman feel everything on her own. Her heart was fighting against itself, trying to maintain its function while being pushed to its limits.

"I won't tell you anything!" the woman yelled, assuming this was some sort of interrogation.

"Good, I'll listen in peace then." Ellie responded. The woman's silent protest making her exploration even easier.

Ellie grabbed the stethoscope from around the back of her neck and eagerly lowered the disc of cold steel to the warm, fluttering chest. The woman instinctively flinched, having never seen such a thing. Ellie responded by pressing it where the woman's life thrashed against the confines of its pale freckled prison.

Ellie had never felt or heard a heart race like this. She couldn't even imagine the chaos inside the woman's chest. The straining heart sent vivid vibrations through her hand. She could almost feel the valves snapping, the vigorous little muscle contracting and expanding with every beat, its apex greeting her fingers in an adorable plea for freedom, for help, for mercy.

It was a beautiful symphony of chaos. Mercy may have been an option minutes ago, but now this delicate life was barreling into oblivion, and Ellie was set on engrossing herself in its plight.

She wanted more. Ellie reached into her bag and pulled out a small portable ultrasound. She smeared a small amount of gel onto the woman's chest and pressed the probe against her skin. The image on the screen was a blur of motion, a storm of light and dark that formed the clear image of two large trembling chambers below two smaller ones.

The woman could do nothing but writhe and struggle against her restraints while Ellie could do nothing but savor the uncertain fate she dealt to her new toy, to watch this horror play out on the monitor. Sweat beaded from her forehead, her face turned pale, her mouth hung open. Her eyes barely focused as all her energy was spent entertaining Ellie's sadistic gaze with trembling breaths, and Ellie's deviant touch with straining unsustainable heartbeats.

Ellie couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement as she watched the woman's heart. She adjusted the image, zooming in on the ventricles, reveling in the sight of it struggling to keep up with the demands she placed on it. With each passing second, the woman's breathing became shallower, and her skin grew paler. Ellie knew that this was the moment she had been waiting for, when the woman's heart would give out entirely, and she could bear witness.

"Just a little longer." Ellie whispered.

"I see you're enjoying the sight... I'll serve you, my mistress. Please, let me" the redhead let out in labored breaths.

Ellie was taken aback by those sweetly panted words.

Her own breaths quickened, she hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do. But as the woman's heart continued to barrel into oblivion, Ellie lost time. She couldn't deny the woman's request.

Ellie knelt down and kissed the woman's stomach, relishing the warmth and softness of her trembling skin. Every inch of flesh invited her touch.

She let her lips wander, tracing a path over the delicate contours of her abdomen. The redhead's labored breaths turned to whimpers with every lingering touch, sending her heart into even wilder arrhythmias. Ellie continued her slow exploration, tasting the salt of the woman's sweat and dedicating herself to cruelly hastening the inevitable.

Ellie's lips met the heaving chest, right over the heart. The frantic beats against her mouth added to the rhythm of this perverse dance. She kissed it softly, once, twice, her hand continuing to guide the ultrasound over the poor organ, charting its reaction and downfall.

Her mouth moved to the woman's ear, a gentle whisper breaking through the mounting silence. "You'll serve me well, won't you? Even at your last beat."

"Yes... yes, mistress." The woman stammered; her voice was barely a whimper. She was in no position to negotiate, but the submissive declaration nonetheless sent a jolt of excitement coursing through Ellie's veins.

Ellie let her hands wander over the woman's chest again, not knowing when the next beat of the woman's heart would be the last, and yet she relished the suspense. The beats took seconds now, her heart was failing, her breathing increasingly labored and erratic. The music was coming to its crescendo. Ellie pressed down one last time, her hand over the woman's heart, feeling it thud weakly against her palm.

The redhead gave one final shuddering breath, her eyes rolling back into her head, her heart was pushing against the cruel hand and... as Ellie watched its fateful restless beat on the monitor... silence. A tinge of guilt and a sick thrill filled her as she had witnessed a heart's final battle, its last plea for mercy, and she denied it. The poor gal was shuddering, chills dimpling her once smooth skin as she lied there in suspense, feeling a terrible chill creep over her and unable to know its significance before it would consume her.

Regret washed over Ellie as she tried to savor the dwindling life in the delicate expanse of angelic flesh before her--as if she was greedily licking the plate after her last meal. Her lips tenderly pressed against the pink, sweat-glistened mound... and as she looked up, she saw her chest struggle to rise, then fall before a heart-wrenching stillness. Her fingers, once enthralled by the teetering dance of death were greeted by a hollow thud and nothingness.

Ellie saw the end she anticipated, but now didn't want. There was only one thing to do now... regain control. She was going to be the hero she always dreamed of, no matter what it takes.