"Heartbeats & Bullet Shells"
The woman stood up, out of breath and weak, limping and hissing in pain from her recent bondage.
Trembling and frail, she gathered the scattered clothes from the icy floor, her hands quivering as she fought to steady herself.
Bruises were visible on her neck, wrists, arms, and legs, marks of the rough encounter she had endured during the wild intercourse earlier.
"I-I guess the rumors are true about you," The woman spoke in a hoarse voice, a smirk plastered on her lips as she dressed.
"What about it?" The muscular and cunningly handsome man replied, resting his head on the headboard.
A sleek silk blanket covered his exposed manhood as he held a cigarette in his right hand, savoring each soft inhale.
"That you really are a beast in bed." She answered in a flirtatious manner.
The man lifted his head, casting a dark glare at the woman in front of him before letting out a small, ridiculing chuckle.
"That was the best fuck I've had so far in my life." She added, facing away, fixing herself.
"Oh, really?" the man replied with indifference, sarcasm dripping from his words as his other hand rummaged through the bedside drawer.
"Hmm..." The woman hummed,
"Too bad I didn't get a chance to touch you," she remarked, her voice dripping with faux sadness as she pouted her lips.
"But... we can still do it next time, with no restraints involve-" she added before turning around, trying to face him-
*GUNSHOT*
*ANOTHER GUNSHOT*
The sound of gunfire echoed successively within the room.
The faint wails of the woman, now lying on the floor and bathing in her own blood, could be heard. Echoing alongside her pleas were the heavy, menacing footsteps of the naked man as he stalked toward her blood-soaked figure like a predator closing in on its prey.
"M-Mr. D-De Ville-"
*GUNSHOT*
"I don't do "next times".
*GUNSHOT*
"And lastly, I prefer not to be touched."
"umeret'." [Die]
After uttering those words, the gun roared again, bullets crashing into her head, obliterating her features into a horrific mess.
Blood and brain matter sprayed savagely, drenching the ground in a gruesome testament to the brutality of the moment, it created a haunting void where life once flourished.
"CODE BLUE!! CODE BLUE!!"
"MS4!! CODE BLUE!!"
"NO PULSE! NO PULSE!"
"DO CHEST COMPRESSIONS NOW!"
The nurses and staff quickly and critically moved to their respective positions after assessing the situation to resuscitate the patient who had gone into cardiac arrest.
My co-nurse and I took turns administering chest compressions, strictly adhering to protocol. We swapped roles seamlessly: one of us exerting steady pressure while the other kept a vigilant watch.
Our third co-nurse immediately positioned the oxygen resuscitation bag over the patient's airway, ensuring a steady flow of vital oxygen.
Samantalang ang isa pa naming kasamahan ay abala sa paglalapat ng AED (Automated External Defibrillator) sa magkabilang bahagi ng dibdib ng pasyente.
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Heartbeats & Bullet Shells: De Ville #1
Художественная проза"Once you step into my world, there's no turning back. I'm offering you a chance to leave while you still can, but know this, if you choose to stay, there will be no escape."
