The pain is unimaginable as he buries his arm up to the elbow inside of me, hand snaking its way up through my rib cage, pushing tissue and viscera out of his way, until he can grip the beating muscle of my heart. “You have it,” I sob, choking on the mucus in my throat. “You already have it, please just let me go.” I’m begging. He beams, squeezing it harder.
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