I tied her to the kitchen table, I bound her legs and arms, her wrists and thighs. I gagged her mouth, taped over her eyes. I watched her lying stretched and prone. She was my star, my heart, my flower. I told her this for a fair few hours. My words I spat at her closed eyes. They crashed like pennies falling on stone. She wet herself, gave a muffled moan. I stroked her cheek and proceeded on. Unbuttoned her blouse to see her breast. Her ribbed and white and heaving chest. Then I took the sharpest paring knife, cut through her skin, then began peeling. I removed her ribs as she was screaming. Till there it was - her loving part. Her heart that beat for me in rations, pulsating wildly, so full of passion. I reached in, gripped it with both hands. Her healthy throb stalled then fluttered. Now she’s all mine, to myself, I muttered. Did I truly rip her life from her? Of course I did and I will do more. For she is mine and I am hardcore.