You 'd be tied spread-eagle out in the woods, naked. I'd be kneeing at your side, K-BAR in hand. I'm looking at your lean, muscled body as you struggle against the ropes holding you down. Your chest and belly glisten with sweat as your chest heaves and your ab's tighten. Just under your left pec, I see a rapid and forceful pulsing, your heart kicking against your sternum like a mule-kick. I raise the K-BAR and hold it inches above that hypnotizing pulsing at your chest. I place my other hand on your bare chest and press down until I feel it. Pounding hard and steady, rapid and forceful - your heart pounding into my palm. I hear you groaning and you say, "No, Dude! Not My Heart !" I lower the blade until I feel it prick your skin and see a trickle of blood trail down your chest, flow between your ribs, and drip to the dirt. You look in my eyes, then at the deadly blade over your heart. I place the tip of the K-BAR under your sternum and drive it in until I hit bone. You scream out, I
and jerk wildly. I place my hand on your lean belly and hold you down until you stop. Then, I slice across following the lower left pec until the blade is under your left nipple. Your fighting has weakened and you groan lowly. I take my hand and slip my fingers under the slit and lift. I can see your ribs and the sternum, and I can see the lower chambers of your beating heart. It fills with your blood and contracts. You are pale and weak, "Just kill Me Already." I lower the tip of the blade until it touches your beating heart and you tense as you await your death. I prick lightly at your beating heart and watch a drop of your heart's blood trickle over the pounding muscle.
