“This pitiful thing?”
He held my beating heart in his silver gauntlet. What once was a bright red, now beat slowly to a purplish black. My restraints held my arms tight behind my back. I could still taste the blood in my mouth. He chuckled again and crushed my heart in his hand. Each knuckle cracked as my heart squeezed through his fingers and down to the floor. The smell filled the air. He dropped what was left of my heart to the floor and stomped down with his heavy boot making it beyond reconstruction. He gave me one final look before turning away.
“Dispose of him.”