I'd be captured by enemy soldiers, stripped naked, and hands tied behind my back. After splitting up everything I had, they leave me sitting on the ground, all but one big, strapping soldier. He walks behind me, grabs the rope around my wrists and jerks me to my feet. Then, he takes his left around my arms and pulls me against his huge body. His right hand comes up and and he begins to feel my tightened abs, digging his finger into my belly-button. He traces the edges of my navel. Then, he balls his hand into a fist and begins to punch me in the belly. I hold back from crying out, I won't give him the satisfaction of crying out. After several blows, he stops. He opens his hand and places it on my left pec, digging his fingers between my ribs, feeling my heart pounding. He smiles as he grabs my pec, and I see his dick harden under his britches while continues to feel my heart. Then, he takes his hand off my chest and reaches behind him, and his hand comes back holding a bayonet. I stiffen my lean body at the site of that blade, and struggle to break free. He brings the tip of the blade to my lower left pec, and I see a rapid, forceful pulsing to my chest under his blade - my heartbeat visible on my chest - tip of his bayonet aiming at my pulsing chest. He digs the blade just deep enough to draw blood, a trickle of blood drips down my naked body, chest heaving, down my abs, twirls around my outie belly-button. I brace myself as he jams the blade deep into my bare chest, tearing through my pec muscle, breaking my ribs, and slicing my heart. I'm surprised to feel my own heartbeat against the cold steel buried in my chest. He pulls me closer as I grow too weak to stand. The last thing I am aware of is that I can't feel my heart beating against the deadly blade anymore.