Cleaning my old Portable HD and I came across this I wrote years ago. Its a bit shaky in parts and I kind of just jumped in without even describing the characters lol. But I feel like some of you guys might like it.
Im considering re working it/finishing it and adding some actual detail with the characters with an actual conclusion too if people are interested. I did also write this when I was younger so if stuff doesn't make much sense then sorry lol. I think I was just in a hurry to write a guro story based on my kinks.
Rumer turned around in a panic and was met with the piercing eyes of her opponent. Within that instant she was met with the cold steel of a dagger inside her stomach. She gasped and jolted at the impact, the both of them taking a second to let the moment sink in until Farren quickly drew another and drove it brutally into Rumers right collarbone, scraping it as it sunk deep into her flesh. quickly screaming in pain, her body jumped into action, raising her right leg and kicking Farren in the stomach to push her away, only to stumble back slightly herself as her body familiarized itself with the fresh wounds and the feeling of the cold blades ripping out of her flesh. “Shit…she fucking stabbed me.” Rumer thought in a panic, knowing this would get very messy for her soon if she did not end this quick…But there was no time to think.
Farren swiftly was up and on the offence before Rumer could even gather her thought, swing with her left knife towards Rumer’s neck, with Rumer barely managing to block it with her arm at the elbow
But pain shot through her once again. Her body jerked in agony feeling Farren’s second knife plunge into the side of her left butt cheek with a quick spurt of fresh blood, a misdirection for her to focus on the first knife aiming for her neck, while Farren used the other to sneakily land a hit.
Farren’s blades were sharp, specifically made for cutting through flesh and muscle. With even average force, her 6-inch blades easily sank into an opponent’s flesh, making them even more dangerous with Farren’s training and technique.
Farren continued, dancing around Rumer as she tried to avoid her blades, but more and more Farren tore into her body.
“Dammit fuck!’ Rumer cursed to herself with each slice she took. Her white tank top now torn to shreds and stained with her blood. Her perky tits dangled and jiggled with her body shuddering with each strike, blood trailing over her nipples.
She had to do something quickly. Screaming with a quick grunt once again as her blocked another kill strike aimed for her neck. The knife drove straight through her forearm, the tip of the blade just scraping the center of her neck.
Farren pushed down with her might, overpowering Rumer and pushing the blade further into her arm and closer to her neck. Panic began to set into Rumers mind. She could feel herself getting weaker with these flesh wounds, and as much as she pushed her arm against Farren, it was no use.
With frustration, Farren brutally drove her free blade into Rumers stomach, and in a frenzy repeatedly stabbed her over and over. Rumer shrieked, but grit her teeth though it, knowing she would be dead if she focused on the second knife, now stuck deep in her gut with a sickening twist and jerk from Farren.
The blade painfully slipped into her arm further and closer to her neck with another push From Farren. The tip piercing the skin of her neck and making a tiny hole.
Rumer took a sharp breath and had no choice but to sacrifice her arm or die. With a sudden twist, she jerked her arm, slicing the blade through her arm further along into the muscle and flesh, but locking and catching the blade in-between her radius and ulnar, managing to leverage it away from her neck and giving her a chance to counter attack.
She began to push back. Raising onto her feet once again as she began to overpower Farren. Rumer was stronger than her nimbler opponent. This fight would have been over before it even began if it was a straight hand to hand fight…but those knives tipped the scaled immensely in Farren’s favor.
Farren refused to let this happen violently tearing her blade from Rumors gut with a torrent of blood. Rumer felt her body violently jerk as she opened her mouth with a silent scream. Her eyes widened as something felt wrong, her mind couldn’t process this weird feeling of pain…but she could feel her stomach bulge and shift around.
She glanced down at her belly, and time seemed to freeze with what she saw.
“No…no no no that’s my guts. Shit no no no they aren’t meant to be there!” She thought to herself.
Seeing her intestines spill from her belly in tight jiggly coils.
The wound was deep but somewhat small, making a tight opening from her guts to squeeze through, as if her belly was a tube of fresh toothpaste being squeezed for its contents.
She continued to struggle with Farren. Each breath she took and each movement she made squeezing her guts out more and more, as coil after coil seemed to pop from the wound and then gently spill, dangling against her belly and thigh.
Farren swiftly placed her free blade behind Rumers knee, and with one quick slice ripped into her joint. Her knee buckling with the torn muscle and ligament supporting it, and ending her potential comeback.
Her lower body failed her, Rumer watched helplessly as Farren Reclaimed her two knives ad swiftly carved her up even further. As if in slow-motion, Farren slid her left hand downwards against Rumer’s right arm, dragging the blade with her and slicing cleanly into Rumors forearm with a long-jagged gash.
She followed with a well-placed, near perfect twist of the knife into a backhanded grip once she was under Rumer’s Arm pit, and then sliced across her chest and breasts horizontally as if she was swinging a brutal left hook. The blade ripped across her areola’s and barely missed her actual nipple. Rumer’s tits sliced open with flash of blood and fat. She had hardly any time to assess the damage, looking for just a split second deep into the wounds of her breasts, accurately recognizing her glands that made her perky tits.
But just as the blade ripped across her breasts, the second one returned, slicing the opposite way and ripping from the outer side of her left breast into the top towards her sternum…almost as if Farren wanted to slice it off. The attack happened so fast that Rumer took a few seconds to process what just happened. Kneeling there wide eyed for a second, her face contorted into a scrunched mess of agony and shock, glancing quickly at the mess of her chest. Her body acted on pure instinct, swinging her wounded right arm with force towards the back of Farren’s knees and making her fall.
Taking the chance, Rumer pounced on her opponent as she took her by surprise, and with a combination of desperation, rage, and anger, she slammed her fists down onto Farrens face, making use of her strength
Having trained in various forms of hand to hand combat and strength training, she could easily break bones with enough force…but could she use this moment to end this in her state?
“CRUNCH” went Farren’s Jaw, as Rumer shattered it and dislocated it with her fists. A fresh spurt of blood erupted from Farren’s mouth and nose as bone shattered. But she couldn't keep it for long. Her left arm burned with every punch and her wounds stated to affect her power…but a flash of Farren’s blade caught her eye slashing a deep cut across her thigh and forcing Rumer to retreat. Quickly gaining some space between the two of them, Rumer took a few seconds to compose herself. She was losing blood, and her wounds were beginning to take effect. “I need to end this now” She thought clutching her stomach. The attack opened her stomach up a little more, allowing more of her insides to empty with the hole. She shuddered at the feeling of her guts, sticky and warm.
A sense of dread overcame her. She was best in close quarters combat and could have easily taken Farren out as her strength far surpasses her opponent…but getting in close means getting close to those blades…which Farren specializes in. “If I get close, I can make something work.” She thought…but looking down at the body, she hesitated.
Time was up. Rumer had to react fast as Farren charged directly at her.
She swiped her knife upwards at Rumer with blinding speed, but Rumer successfully anticipated this and jumped back, narrowly missing another deep cut.
She stumbled slightly in her torn leg, but now was her chance to counter attack! With a strong step forward, Rumer clenched her just and swung a dirty uppercut at her opponent, followed by swiftly getting into a grapple with the intention of disabling Farren access to her blades.
Here is the remake. I expanded alot further on characters and descriptions, with a little bit of back story too.
Plus I added more content generally to the fight, with the intention of concluding it in the next part or two.
I might have gone abit over the top so if it seems a bit silly then apologies, but this is my fetish and its pretty much how I would have wrote it back then if it was completed, just with more care taken to actually have some development. Plus im pretty sue there might be the odd error here or there that I may have missed.
Let me know what you think. I love writing guro fiction again, and I am always open to hear what you guys have to say, good or bad.
The metal doors creaked shut
Rumer stepped foot inside the final room of the abandoned warehouse darting her eyes around the environment and keeping alert
“This is it. They have to be here somewhere” she thought to herself, and holding her finger to her head. “John. Update me. What’s happening” she asked in her internal ear communicator, Linking directly back to her base of operations and secret intelligence group known as the K.E.Y.S.
“It seems like the target is located within 30 meters of your location” John replied
His British accent rang through Rumer’s ear. He watching on his large screen with several area cameras and radars. Information on the target and Rumer displayed on other screens around him, the most important being Rumer’s vitals and physical condition
“Be careful Rumer. We know first-hand what the target is capable of. The last thing I want is that stuff to happen to you”
Rumer winced. Recalling the gruesome and disturbing images and videos that were sent to the team at KEYS. Picked off one by one by the Assassin known as “Farren”.
As the leader, she felt compelled to put an end to this and track Farren down once and for all.
The lights flickered overhead, seemingly in time with each step Rumer took. Her thick hair tied back, with a single strand of dark curls swaying over her face, slightly to the side of her eyes which were focused in searching for her opponent.
Her skin seemed to glow with a slight tan. Probably from a previous mission she took in Africa, locating and protecting the only heir to a king, who had made a lot of enemies.
Or possibly due to her Italian roots, her adopted parents only being aware of her heritage coming from that part of the world
Her complexion contrasted with her red lips, which were a trademark of hers…especially with her male targets. Leaving a kiss on the scene of their dead body, seemingly insulting them for getting distracted by her attractiveness.
Her body was incredible. Having trained from a young age to Join KEYS, eventually rising the ranks and becoming the leading figure. She was well toned and fit, with hips that clung to her tight wet look leggings, and her perky ass stood out as it clung to her cheeks. It exaggerated her naturally long legs that she prided herself in with deadly kicks and her specialty in CQC.
But her best asset was her breasts. Just as perky as her ass, they seemed to pop with her short white tank top, which exposed her stomach and sowed off her abs. The strap went over one shoulder, leaving the other bare but wrapping around her neck as a sort of attached collar. Over that was a short black jacket that was open, the sleeves slightly rolled back to the middle of her forearms, exposing her wrists.
It was almost as if she used her beauty purposely to be a distraction, knowing fully well what men were like. Unable to think straight with something or someone stroking that thing in between their legs. She hated that she used her looks to end fights and situations quickly, she hated even more that sometimes she had to take things further…more physical…but if it meant a successful and quick mission, then she would do it over and over again. This time would be no different
Her hand rested on the holster for her gun, ready to draw it when needed. As soon as she saw any sign of life, she would shoot. A quick end to a battle that had no chance to even begin.
The gun rocked with the sounds of her footsteps that echoed thanks to her semi heavy combat boots.
and then… the lights went out…
“Shit!” Rumer cursed to herself. Drawing her gun and taking a shooting stance with this sudden change
“RUMER. THE TARGET!” John choked in a panic, seeing the radar pulse suddenly get within 5 feet from Rumer. “ITS 5 FT AWAY. YOU NEEED TO ACT NOW!”.
Rumer turned around in a panic and swiftly caught a slight glimpse of a moving figure. She pointed her gun and took a shot, seeing a flash of silver but feeling a pain shoot across the back of her hand
The gun feel to the ground and was kicked away swiftly as a splash of blood bust from her skin, causing her to flinch.
“What the fuc-GAHGK!”
Rumer choked in pain as she was met with the cold steel of a dagger inside her stomach, gasping and jolting at the impact.
The lights flickered back on, and she found herself face to face with Farren.
Rumer’s eyes widened as she was staring back at another female. Farren was a woman. The first she had actually seriously met in combat…and she just stabbed her
She had fiery red hair and a pale complexion that seemed to glow against the tight black body suit she wore. Her face was sharp, with Cheekbones that were defined and narrow blue eyes that seemed to be in a constant frown or scowl.
She grit her teeth in frustration, with her black lips parting slightly and her small button nose scrunching up, pushing the slash looking scar across her cheek up towards the base of her left eye.
Rumer was shocked. Despite her intimidating look, she had the same vibe of a tall and slim catwalk model…It was odd to come across another female for the first time after almost a decade doing this.
Time seemed to freeze for hours, both of them taking a second to let the moment sink in…until Farren quickly drew another of her blades from behind her and drove it brutally into Rumer’s right collarbone, scraping it as it sunk deep into her flesh.
Again Rumer grunted deeply in pain and finally her body jumped into action, John yelling at her in her ear to act.
She raised her right leg and kicked Farren in the stomach to push her away with her strong legs, only to stumble back slightly herself. Her body familiarized itself with the wounds and the fresh feeling of the cold blades ripping out of her flesh with a splash of blood.
“…she fucking stabbed me.” Rumer thought in a panic, placing a hand on one of her wounds. She knew this would get very messy for her soon if she did not end this quick…But there was no time to think.
Farren was unwavering. Swiftly up and on the offence before Rumer could even gather her thoughts. She swung with her left knife towards Rumer’s neck, with Rumer barely managing to block it with her right arm at the elbow. The blade slicing deep into her flesh again with a painful yell
Her body jerked involuntary, trying to warn Rumer of the danger as Farren’s second knife plunged into the side of her left butt cheek with a quick spurt of fresh blood. An obvious misdirection for her to focus on the first knife, while Farren used the other to sneakily land a hit.
Rumer letting out a sharp yet silent yelp as she stumbled away to try to gain some momentum. Making sure to swiftly face Farren at all times.
Farren’s blades were sharp. Specifically made for cutting through flesh and muscle, and with enough force metal and bone. With even average force, her 7-inch blades easily sank into an opponent’s flesh, making them even more dangerous with Farren’s training and technique as a seemingly crazed assassin gone rogue.
She continued, dancing around Rumer who tried her hardest to avoid her blades, but more and more Farren tore into her body.
One slash struck her left shoulder. Another her inner thigh. Her hip took a gash and with a backhanded slash to her cheek, her body spun. With her back turned, she took several stabs to the back after being grabbed behind by the neck and hair.
“Fuck FUCK FUCK ARCHHK!’ Rumer cursed to herself, with each thrust and twist of the knife that sunk into her arched back. Her eyes bulged wider and wider with each attack, drenching her bare back in blood.
With a kick, Farren pushed Rumer away as if she was trash, watching her stumble and struggle to keep her balance as she poured blood from her multiple torn and haggard flesh wounds. Her hair now released from its ponytail and free flowing in black curls that reached her chest. The tips and sections of them sticky and stained dark red with blood
Farren paced briskly. Just watching Rumer, as if she was prey that was bleeding and dying out…expecting her to collapse and fade any moment now…but Rumer stood up. Defiant to keep fighting.
“You. You’re…the one responsible.” She said, between heavy breaths. She turned to look at Farren, who’s expression has been stoic since the first strike. “Im going…to kill you” She threatened, pushing through the pain and demanding to keep her promise.
She grabbed her blood soaked, torn jacket and ripped it from her body, throwing it to the side as she took a fighting stance through a pained expression. Just moving caused her body to burn more and more.
Her white tank top was slashed and stained with her blood. Ripped material causing it to loosen, and her perky tits and stiff nipples dangled. They jiggled with her body shuddering with each attack and slash, as Farren went on the offensive again.
“Rumer your vitals are showing significant signs of damage and distress. You can’t face her right now. Her knifes are far to deadly for you to face in close combat. You NEED to retreat!” John informed, standing at his desk in panic. He was basically helpless as he watched her get ripped to pieces.
She could not even reply. Focused entirely on evading these deadly weapons and somehow trying to find a way to counter attack.
They both traded blows in CQC. Rumer managing to block and parry as much as she could and getting the odd punch and kick in. But it was a constant danger. She couldn’t dodge everything, and found herself getting cut, slashed and gashed over and over again.
She had to do something quickly, screaming with a quick grunt once again as she sacrificed flesh to block another kill strike aimed for her neck. The knife drove straight through her right forearm with blood dripping and lubricating the metal. The tip of the blade just scraping the center of her throat.
Farren pushed down with her might, overpowering Rumer and pushing the blade further and further into her arm, aiming to pierce her neck. Panic began to set into Rumer’s mind, feeling herself getting weaker with each passing moment. As much as she pushed against Farren, it was no use.
Eventually she would find the blade ripping into her throat and cause her to slowly bleed out.
But she couldn’t let this happen. The thought again of seeing her comrades slaughtered by this terrorist…this monster, realizing the fear they just have felt in their dying moments…she could never let this happen…she had to avenge then.
Farren would pay for her crimes and stand trial, even if it cost her life.
With adrenaline rushing through her, Rumer found the energy to push back. Using her other arm as leverage and her pierced arm to push, she slowly began to overpower Farren, coming closer and closer to meeting her in the middle of this brutal struggle.
But it was short lived. In a fit of frustration, Farren brutally drove her free blade into Rumer’s stomach.
A popping sound echoed through the warehouse, as the blade pierced into Rumer’s exposed gut, ripping through her flesh and the cold steel siding in-between her guts.
It was a frenzy. Farren repeatedly stabbed her over and over and over. Rumer’s skin slicing and tearing at the attack on her belly as she howled with gritted teeth and bulging eyes…but she had no choice but to take it. She knew she would be dead if she focused on this second knife…now stuck deep in her gut with a sickening twist, a sudden jerk and finally a sadistic slice from Farren.
The first blade slid into her arm further and closer to her neck with another push. The tip piercing the skin of her neck and making a tiny hole, making the situation critical.
Rumer took a sharp breath, ignoring the pain as best as she could from both blades and had no choice but to sacrifice her arm or die. With a sudden twist, she jerked her arm, slicing the blade through it further along into the muscle and flesh, but locking and catching the blade in-between her radius and ulnar.
Finally, she managed to leverage it away from her neck and giving her a chance to properly begin her counter attack.
Rumer pushed back once more, raising properly onto her feet once again as she began to overpower Farren.
She was stronger than her nimbler opponent. This fight would have been over before it even began if it was a straight hand to hand fight, no question asked…but those knives tipped the scaled immensely in Farren’s favor. Rumer could not compete with flesh tearing weapons with her bare hands.
Farren felt the pressure, noticing her opponents sudden shift in attention yet again…and violently tore blade from Rumer’s gut with a torrent of blood, ending her momentum. Chunks of her flesh, muscle and guts stuck to the slight jagged points of the blade, as it brutally hacked away from Rumer’s stomach, blood and bodily fluids spraying across the imminent area.
“GUAHK FUCCKKAGAHHHH" Rumer screamed with her head to the skies.
Her body violently jerked with an open mouth and her scream falling silent. Her face suck with her mouth agape and her eyes widened as something felt wrong…her mind couldn’t process this weird feeling of pain…but she could feel her stomach bulge and shift around Inside her, beginning to twitch and convulse.
She glanced down at her belly and gasped with what she saw.
“No…no no no that’s my guts. Shit no no no I shouldn’t be seeing them!” She thought to herself in a panic, seeing small loops of her slithering guts protrude from her.
“RUMER YOUR VITALS, WHAT HAPPENED? RESPOND PLEASE!!!” John screamed. Seeing her body reach a critical point.
KEYS had access to the highest medical services and equipment, but he could clearly see Rumer was inching closer and closer to irreversible damage.
She couldn’t even register John’s screams. Her mind just entirely on the horrific sight of seeing her own steaming intestines spill from her hard belly in tight jiggly coils.
The wound was deep but somewhat small, along the left side of her abs. It made a tight opening for her guts to suddenly squeeze and burst through with pressure, as if her belly was a tube of fresh toothpaste being squeezed for its gory contents.
She felt the blade slice inside her once more, driving at an angle between her ribcage, her chest burning and her body jolting with the impact. The blade grazed her lung and ever so slowly started filling up with blood.
Each breath Rumer took and each movement she made squeezed her entrails out more and more, as coil after coil seemed to pop one after another from the bulging wound with a sudden force… and then gently spill, dangling against her belly. The longest coil jiggling around with her body’s erratic movements and scraping the ground.
She tried to stand with a desperate burst of energy once more, but Farren swiftly jerked her blade from Rumer's arm. Tearing it free and bringing with it chunks of skin. Her free blade swiftly held behind Rumer's knee, and With one quick slice ripped into her joint, her knee buckling with the torn muscle and ligament supporting it. Ending her potential comeback once more.
Her lower body failed her, Rumer watched helplessly as Farren reclaimed her two knives and swiftly carved her up even further. Time moved in slow-motion for Rumer, as Farren stabbed once again through Rumer’s right forearm, dragging the blade with her across it and slicing the muscles in two with a long-jagged gash. More and more of her blood spilled across the two of them, and the inner workings of her forearm exposed the world.
Rumer felt her arm flop and lose control. It burned immensely as she lost the ability to use her right hand and fingers.
A flash of the blade struck her once again across her thigh, with following with a well-placed, near perfect twist of the knife into a backhanded grip once she was under Rumer’s Arm pit.
She sliced across her upper breasts horizontally as if she was swinging a brutal hook. The blade ripped across her Rumer’s areola’s and barely missed her actual nipple, with her tits smoothly and cleanly sliced open with little resistance. A flash of blood and fat erupted from them, and the remainder of her top fell to the ground, leaving her completely topless and exposed. She had hardly any time to assess the damage, looking for just a split second deep into the wounds of her breasts, accurately recognizing her glands that made her perky tits.
“N…no no no not my breasts” she thought. Watching them tear and open up slightly more with gravity.
Something she was so proud of, now barely hanging on by flaps of skin. .
The second blade returned almost instantly, slicing the opposite way and ripping from the outer side of her left breast into the top towards her sternum…almost as if Farren actually wanted to slice it off.
The attack happened so fast that Rumer took a few seconds to process what just happened. Stumbling back, wide eyed, her face contorted into a scrunched mess of agony and shock, glancing quickly at the mess of her chest as her left breast hung and just dangled by a few scraps of fat. It jiggled with her twitches and shudders.
Something snapped. Her body acted on pure instinct, swinging her wounded right arm with force towards the back of Farren’s knees and collapsing one of her legs.
Taking the chance, Rumer pounced on her opponent, and with a combination of desperation, rage, and anger, she slammed her fists down onto Farren’s face, making use of her strength
Having trained in various forms of hand to hand combat and strength training, she could easily break bones with enough force…but could she use this moment to end this in her state?
“CRUNCH” went Farren’s Jaw
Rumer shattered it and dislocated it with her fists. A fresh spurt of blood erupted from Farren’s mouth and nose as bone shattered. But she couldn't keep it for long. Her arm burned with every punch and her wounds stated to affect her power…but Farren’s struck back, once more slashing a deep cut across her thigh and then again across her chest.
The knife cut across her dangling left breast again, forcing Rumer to retreat and jump back with a stumble, quickly gaining some space between the two of them.
Rumer took a few seconds to compose herself…and…
A juicy sound rang in her ear, feeling something fall to the ground next to her feet.
She looked down and saw her left breast. Her slashed nipple gashed open and staring back at her, slightly jiggling still with the impact. The recent slash cutting through the last of the connecting tissue that held it to her chest, which now was just a flat surface of bloody and fatty raw meat that sat on top of her slashed and exposed pectoral muscle.
Her green eyes filled with despair. Blood shot with the stress and agony. She slowly looked up to Farren as she began to approach, still with a creepy non-expressive look on her face despite the damage to it.
“I need to end this now” Rumer thought.
Clutching her stomach and wincing at the uncomfortable feeling of her exposed guts.
The attack opened her belly up a little more, allowing more of her insides to empty with the hole and drag against the ground over time. She shuddered at the feeling of them, sticky and warm and the freshest coils pulsating slightly.
A sense of dread overcame her, realizing how fucked she was. She was best in close quarters combat and could have easily taken Farren out as her strength far surpasses her opponent…but getting in close means getting close to those blades…which Farren specializes in. She is going to get cut and stabbed again and again despite what plan she might come up with…it was inevitable.
“If I get close, I can make something work.” She thought. Breathing heavily as her body swayed and struggled to stay upright.
She was a mess. With her tank top now removed, it was really apparent just how fucked Rumer was.
The job came with significant danger. That was obvious. She knew there would be times where she would be hurt and wounded…but this was borderline torture.
Her once beautiful golden skin…now ripped and torn. Jagged and sliced to pieces. It was as if she had jumped in a pit to fight with several enraged lions wanting to feast on the lean meat of her body, and gorge themselves with the delicacy of her guts.
Blood poured from her arm as it flopped lifelessly to her side, while her small intestines continually jabbed itself through the wound coil after coil.
Taking a deep breath and looking through the strands of her bloody hair that covered and stuck to her face, she quickly used the scraps of her top to tie around her stomach tightly. Fighting while being semi disemboweled was risky, but as long as she could contain them and not puncture them as she moved, it shouldn’t cause too much discomfort…and hopefully with some effort she should be able to have them placed back where they belong.
The scrap of material bulged. Her intestines and guts no longer dangling but instead being cradled like a baby after being scooped up and gathered. It jiggled and bounced with her body flinching and shuddering in pain. It was ironic. Instead of the bandage containing her guts, it seemed as if her guts were the ones affecting the bandage.
Time was up. Rumer had to react fast as Farren charged directly at her.
She swiped her knife upwards at Rumer with blinding speed, but Rumer successfully anticipated this and jumped back, narrowly missing another deep cut aimed for her sternum. She tripped slightly on her torn leg, but now was her chance to counter attack!
With a strong step forward, Rumer clenched her fist and swung a dirty uppercut which rocked Farren’s head back with force, followed by swiftly getting into a grapple with the intention of disabling Farren’s access to her blades.
They rolled and tossed around as they stood their ground, shifting positions and swiftly trading blows and attacks one after another. Rumer slamming her elbows and fists, driving her knees and head butting Farren with satisfying sounds of impact. Teeth and blood sprayed with another strike to the face, ribs cracked with her knees impacts, and Farren’s nose crunched under blows.
Rumer painfully raised her gashed leg and slammed her foot down against Farren’s right knee, jerking it to the side and popping it out of its joint with a sick sound. Farren grunted in pain as her body gave way slightly, shifting her weight on her left leg
But Farren’s attacks were far more brutal. Stabbing and puncturing Rumer’s upper body and torso after taking blows from Rumer’s fists.
With each clean and successful attack, she managed to slam the blade deep, twist and then drag along Rumers raw flesh and body, leaving some of the deepest gashes yet and ripping serious chunks from her body.
First along her shoulder…
Then across her ribs…
Another across her hip and scraping the top of her pelvis and opening up her belly again on the opposite side. With seemingly her pink fleshy colon peeping against the open gash, too big to squeeze through this wound
Finally after taking a joint popping strike to her knee, Farren aimed for Rumer’s remaining right breast.
She stabbed it. Plunging the blade under Rumer’s collarbone again, and then with a quick twist ferociously dragged downwards.
Her remaining breast sliced open again, now in a jagged plus shape. It seemed to open up in sections like a blooming flower of flesh blood and fat. Her nipple now hung off center to the bottom right as it separated and dangled. Freely jiggling in its own sectioned quarter.
“DAAAAAAARGGHHHH" she screamed, choking part way through and taking a raw deep breath of shock. It was agony. Something so full of sensual nerves exploded in pain as she was helpless to watch Farren ruin her once perfect breast.
The blade ripped from her body once again with another burst of blood, now aiming for center of her chest…but as if by instinct, Rumer managed to catch the blade with her bare right hand.
Pain short through her palm as she barely managed to make a fist around the blade. Her forearm was practically torn to shreds from earlier, yet she still pushed on, knowing she had to block this attack aimed for her heart.
Farren pushed suddenly. And again…and again Slicing Rumer’s hand open deeper and at the webbing of her thumb. Aiming to puncture her heart and watch the life slowly fade from her eyes.
Applying more pressure, Farren began to lean into the struggle, with Rumer having no choice but to give in and lean backwards with her body. Her legs providing as much support as they could right now .
Rumer gritted her teeth and her eyes bulged in this struggle as tears of frustration and anger and pain began to form. Her hair still stuck in clumps to her face with her own blood beginning to dry.
The incredible tension of her body fighting back continually squeezed out more and more of her insides regularly, specifically with her core and abs keeping her steady.
It caued her makeshift bandage to bulge further, soaked in a combination of her blood and body fluids.
Her stomach and guts shifted around with this new free space, and fresh loops of her emptying guts began to slip through the bottom of the material as it reached its tensional limit, exposing themselves to the air once more and catching the attention of Farren.
She adjusted her grip on her free knife as Rumer’s eyes darted to it with a look of panic and fear, knowing another attack was imminent. She watched amid their struggle as Farren rolled her wrist along Rumers tricep. She sliced into it while carrying momentum downwards across the flesh on her ribcage, and finally ending with a flick across the tense bulging scraps wrapped around Rumers body…the only thing keeping her guts in check.
The both of them looked on. Farren in content as she eagerly waited to see the inevitable, while Rumer in horror as the bandage gently fell…and suddenly…
“No…no no no no nooooo” Rumer thought. Her mouth agape and her eyes wide at the sight.
An absolute mess of Rumer’s guts fell to the ground with a sickening squelching sound, tumbling down her thigh and across her bent knee, unraveling in a torrent on the cold warehouse floor.
The coils were still tightly compacted, and the ones that did not reach the ground seemed to bounce like an elastic band.
The sudden shift in gravity pulled out a few more. It seemed as though her intestines trailed on forever.
Farren took the moment to let this sink in. Reveling in the sight, staying silent, but watching Rumer as she fully grasped the horror she found herself in. There was nothing better to farren than looking into the eyes of her opponent and seeing absolute despair and agony.
Farren wanted to do more. The excitement of utterly dominating and torturing a target before letting them slowly die made her heart pump and mind race with excitement. Mentally breaking them and destroying their physical body and spirit was true power.
She licked her lips and took a chance to step on Rumer's exposed guts that jiggled next to her foot with a juicy sound and a gag from Rumer, thinking in that moment of thousands of horrific things she could do to her next.