the thought of being able to squeeze their fit hearts to massage them into beating again. the thought of them being so physcially fit and strong that they've fought the tides and survived drowning, got to the beach and are lying on their backs totally exhausted and surviving on a private and deserted beach and me a serial killer stumbling upon their exhausted chests rising as falling with speed. Unable to fight me as i slash their abs and ram my hands into their bodies for their strong meaty hearts. squeezing tightly their pumps feeling them kick in their sturggling bodies. maybe as hard as i can feeling which one stops first, thinking the black speedo boys heart is just strong enough to survive that little bit longer.. Holding tight until both chests are still and my hands feel no vibrations before removing my hands with their hearts still in them. making sure they stay dead from having no hearts as i put them in my boot, take them home ready to cook and eat