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Elena Voss stood fierce and half naked in her living room, her perfect body barely covered by a tight camouflage lace bra and short grey skirt. She had just eliminated the first threat when the second assassin opened fire.

The first bullet tore deep into her flat, toned stomach. A burst of burning agony exploded through her as thick crimson blood gushed from the wound. She cried out, eyes wide with shock and dark pleasure.

The second bullet slammed into her left breast, ripping through soft flesh and black lace. Fresh blood spilled down her cleavage in hot, glistening streams. Her body jolted hard from the impact.

Then came the third and final bullet. It struck directly between her breasts, piercing straight into her heart. The devastating impact lifted her onto her toes for a split second. Elena’s eyes flew open in pure ecstasy and horror as her heart was torn apart.

She screamed, a long, throaty, orgasmic cry that echoed through the room. Blood poured heavily from the three wounds, especially the fatal hole between her heaving breasts. Her body began to shake violently. She staggered, then collapsed hard onto the wooden floor on her back.

In her dying moments, Elena’s back arched dramatically off the floor in a sensual, perfect bow. Her chest thrust upward, pushing her blood soaked breasts high as her torn heart pumped the last of her life force through the wounds. Her head tilted back, mouth stretched wide in a silent scream of twisted pleasure. Her long legs kicked and spread, hips bucking uncontrollably while her fingers clawed desperately at her chest.

Her back arched even higher, muscles straining beautifully, every curve of her dying body on full display. Violent tremors ran through her as blood continued to flow from the fatal wound between her breasts. A final, wet gurgle escaped her lips. Her body gave one last, powerful arch, trembling in dark ecstasy.

Then everything went still.

Elena Voss lay broken and beautiful in a spreading pool of her own warm blood, eyes glassy, lips parted, her final breath taken in a state of pure, fatal bliss.