Disclaimer: The following story is fiction. The characters are not meant to represent any real persons. I do not own the characters and make no money from this story. This is just a story.
Chuck Vs. the Smiths
By Dbud (feedback requested)
Warning: Lesbian rape and violence
Starring:
Angelina Jolie as Jane Smith
Brad Pitt as John Smith
Yvonne Strahovski as Sarah Walker
Zachary Levi as Chuck Bartowski
Sarah Lanchaster as Ellie Bartowski
Jane Smith stepped through the archway and into the apartment complex courtyard. It was dusk and the sun was setting over Los Angeles. Stopping, the tall brunette assassin slipped her hand into the specially designed pocket of her purse and gripped the handle of the silenced handgun she had concealed there.
[Author's note: Jane Smith is a professional assassin (along with her husband John Smith) from the movie Mr. & Mrs. Smith. In this story, after that movie ended she and her husband continued working as assassins for anyone who could pay their fees.]
It was quiet.
"Nice," she told herself looking around the high end building.
She heard a noise, people talking, and Jane turned to ascertain the threat. Two young people, a couple in their twenties approached. They were talking about the movie they were going to see. The young man, strong and athletic, saw Jane and suddenly forgot about his girlfriend and their conversation. The young woman in response grabbed his arm and nearly dragged him past her and around the corner.
Jane smiled to herself as she moved into the courtyard. She was used to reactions like that from men and from their accompanying women. She was a striking woman and knew it. Even though she was on a mission, she was in civilian clothes to better fit in and the couple did not seem to think her presence was unusual, just another gorgeous woman in L.A.
Approaching the door that lead to the apartment of her target, she slipped up against the wall and peered in through the crack between the window and curtains. The home was dark. Looking over her shoulder to make sure no one was around she slipped a small device from her purse and used it to open the lock of the apartment front door.
Pushing it open, she slipped inside and drew her weapon. Moving silently and quickly, Jane Smith moved from room to room.
"Damn!" she whispered, frustrated as her target was not home.
As she pulled her cell phone out and was preparing to check in for instructions, she heard a voice outside. Sliding up to the window, she looked out, careful not to be seen. Outside moving through the courtyard was a beautiful brunette with thick long hair and a shapely athletic figure. She looked familiar to Jane.
Pulling a picture from her pocket she looked from the photo to the woman.
"Ellie," Jane whispered.
[Author's note: Ellie Bartowski is the sister of Chuck Bartowski from the TV show Chuck. She is friends with CIA agent Sarah Walker who is Chuck's handler and girlfriend in the show. This story takes place before Ellie found out who Sarah and Chuck are; she does not know they work for the CIA in this story.]
Sarah Walker of the CIA was the target Jane had been sent to kill with the remainder of her team being secondary kills if she had the opportunity. Ellie Bartowski was the sister of Sarah's boyfriend. While not a target for termination, Jane was a stickler for being thorough and Ellie might know where Sarah was.
Just then Ellie's phone rang and she pulled it from her purse. Jane could hear her end of the conversation...
"Hey baby...yeah, I just got home...oh, okay, so how long? An hour? Okay, I'll get dinner started and see you when you get home...love you too."
From the sound of it Ellie's husband wouldn't be home for an hour or so.
'Plenty of time,' Jane thought to herself.
Ellie moved towards her apartment and Jane slipped out and using the growing darkness as cover moved along the inner wall of the building and up behind Ellie who seemed to be fumbling for her keys and did not notice the assassin. As Jane approached, Ellie got the door open and stepped inside. Jane waited until the last second and then stopped the door from closing with her foot keeping the door open only a fraction of an inch through which she watched Ellie move from the kitchen and down a hall.
Seeing it was clear, she moved inside and quietly shut the door behind her, turning the deadbolt to lock it. Holding her handgun out in front of her Jane could hear Ellie rumbling around as she moved towards the bedroom. Reaching the end of the hall, Jane slipped her gun into its holster. Ellie was a civilian after all and should not be a problem to take down. Besides, the point was to question her.
The bedroom door was half closed and Jane pushed it open. Ellie, who was standing at the edge of the bed, heard the creaking of the door and turned. Seeing a stranger startled her but the fact that the person was a tall beautiful woman seemed to dampen her immediate fear.
"Who? What do you...wwwhhhooooppphhhh!"
Jane moved quickly and slammed her fist into Ellie's solar plexus, doubling over the pretty doctor. Ellie began to slump but Jane shoved her back onto the bed and Ellie simply curled into a ball, holding her gut and fighting to catch her breath.
Jane paused only long enough to make sure they were alone and that no one could have heard anything before she leapt on top of Ellie on the bed. Driving her knee into Ellie's back, she forced her face down onto the mattress as she grabbed her by the wrist.
"Pu-pulease, who...who are you?"
Jane responded by yanking Ellie's right arm out and away from her torso locking her limb rigidly.
"Pl-please, I have money. On the dresser, you can have it all."
"Where is Sarah Walker?"
"Wha-what? Sarah? I don't...NO! STOP!"
Jane twisted Ellie's arm hard, applying tremendous pressure. Ellie felt like her arm was going to break and she began to kick and flail under Jane.
"GYYYYAAAHHHHH! PLEASE STOP!"
"Tell me where she is?"
Jane yanked harder and felt the tendons and ligaments of Ellie's shoulder and elbow starting to give way.
"OH GOD! You're breaking my arm! PPLLLEEEEAASSEEE!"
Ellie was obviously in tremendous pain. Jane, concerned about a neighbor hearing reached down and covered her mouth to muffle her screams as she kept up the pressure with her free hand. Hurting people was something Jane was good at after all.
After nearly a minute, Ellie's face was red and tears were flowing down her cheeks. She wasn't making any coherent sounds and Jane realized she didn't know anything of importance about Sarah's location. Surmising that while fun this was counter-productive, Jane let Ellie's arm go and climbed off her.
Jane sat down on the edge of the bed while Ellie rolled onto her side, holding her arm and sobbing.
"It's alright. I believe you don't know where she is."
As she spoke, Jane reached into her purse and pulled her handgun out. Ellie looked up and saw the weapon and her face changed again, this time from a look of pain to fear.
"Please, I swear I don't know anything. Please don't hurt me..."
"Shhhhh, I believe you. Now sit up. Calm down; everything's going to be alright."
Jane was sitting casually on the edge of the mattress with her legs crossed at the knee and her arms folded over her thighs, the gun dangling in her right hand. Ellie tried to ignore the pain and terror she was feeling and did what the woman wanted, hoping to get an opportunity to escape if she was compliant.
The two women sat quietly for nearly a minute as Jane eyed the beautiful doctor and Ellie tried to remain calm.
"You are a beautiful woman Ellie," Jane told her in a casual tone like they were best friends discussing their dinner plans.
"I, ah, what?"
Jane smiled wickedly, "Come on, I'm sure you've been told that by tons of men."
Ellie was uncomfortable but saw no alternative than to play along, "Well, ah, yes, I have I suppose."
"Have you ever been with a woman?"
Jane slid closer on the bed to Ellie, pressing their thighs against each other and rubbing her spike heeled foot against Ellie's calf.
"What!?" Ellie realized she had reacted too strong and immediately tried to calm down her tone, "I mean, no, um, never."
"Not even in college? Hmmm? Maybe after a few drinks at a sorority party?"
Ellie seemed shocked at the questions.
"No huh. Okay then, kiss me."
"Wh-what, please I don't want..."
"Look Ellie," obviously this crazy woman knew who she was, "We can do this the easy way or the hard way."
Jane raised the small silver handgun and pressed the tip of the silencer against Ellie's forehead. Cocking back the hammer...
"So, which is it going to be?"
"Easy! Please! Easy!" Ellie blurted out, stammering and desperate as she was terrified she was going to be killed.
Jane lowered the gun, smiling and leaned in. Ellie complied this time, meeting her captor halfway and pressing her lips against Jane's full and plump pair. Ellie felt Jane reach up and take a handful of her hair with her free hand as she felt the cold metal of the gun resting on her lap but still in Jane's grip.
Jane pushed her tongue into Ellie's mouth and forced her lips wide as she began to kiss her deeply and passionately. Ellie had no choice but to do the same, letting her tongue slip inside Jane's mouth and kiss her back equally as hard. Jane began to make purring noises as the two women made out, their tongues rolling over each other's for well over a minute.
Pulling her head back slowly, Jane inhaled slowly, savoring the taste of Ellie's mouth.
"Nice," Jane murmured as she threw her leg over Ellie's thighs and slid into her lap. Taking Ellie's chin in her hand, she lifted her face and kissed her again, playfully this time, biting on Ellie's lips.
"Open my blouse," Jane told her.
"Pl-please, I don't..."
Jane gave Ellie a hard look as she grabbed Ellie's face pressing her fingers into her cheeks with her chin in her palm.
"I am getting tired of repeating myself!"
Ellie realized that Jane's seemingly pleasant demeanor was an act and would fade in a second if she was crossed. Reaching up, her hands trembling, she began to unbutton her blouse.
"Careful with the buttons," Jane purred, smiling evilly, "This is an expensive top."
When the final button was opened, Jane's black blouse fell open, revealing her washboard stomach and large full tits, held in check in a black lace bra, clasped in the front between them.
"Well, don't stop now Ellie, you are just about to get to the good stuff."
Ellie gulped as she fumbled with the clasp. After a few seconds, she finally got it undone and pulled the silk cups apart. Jane's large full C-cup boobs dropped free from their containers, hanging off her chest. They were perfectly shaped and round and firm.
"So, what do you think?"
"N-nice."
"They're real too. Go ahead, touch em."
"It's okay, I-I b-believe you."
Then looking up into Jane's eyes, Ellie realized it wasn't a request. Smiling weakly, she reached up with both hands and pressed her palms into the firm meat of Jane's breasts.
"Oh yeah, harder."
Ellie complied, squeezing harder and digging her nails into Jane's tits. Her intention had been to hurt the woman tormenting her, but to her surprise all she seemed to do was to turn her on even more.
"Oh shit! That's it! Suck on my nipple!"
Jane reached up as she spoke and put her hands on the back of Ellie's head. Still with the gun in her right hand, she pulled her head towards her and pushed it downward as she guided Ellie's mouth over the small rock hard area of her nipple.
Ellie wrapped her lips around Jane's left tit and sucked hard.
"Oh god! That's so good!"
Looking down as Ellie suckled hard on her breast, Jane gripped her head tight pulling her face into her chest and pressing her tits against her cheeks. Jane pushed back with her legs and fell forward forcing Ellie onto her back and landing on top of her. As Ellie kept trying to suck on her nipples, Jane reached her left hand down, running it along Ellie's body until she reached her waist. Slipping her fingers between Ellie's stomach and the edge of her slacks, Jane pushed her hand inside her pants and reached between her thighs.
Ellie, sensing what she was doing, quickly reached down and grabbed Jane's wrist to stop her.
"Please no!" she whispered pleadingly.
"Shhhhh," Jane ignored her as she kept going, forcing her fingers into Ellie's panties and then inside the soft folds of her pussy.
"Nooo!" Ellie cried out louder now as she was penetrated by several of Jane's long and slender digits.
Jane began to work her hand harder and faster in and out of Ellie's pussy as she also began grinding her own crotch against Ellie's thigh. She began to pant and breathe deeper as she was getting more and more turned on as she also kept pulling Ellie's face into her bosom.
"That's it! You like this, huh? You getting turned on bitch?!"
Jane grabbed Ellie by the hair and yanked her face up, staring into her eyes, "ARE YOU?! Cause I fucking am!"
Jane virtually snarled into her ear and Ellie couldn't believe this was a woman doing this to her.
Finally, after a minute or two of violation, Jane suddenly stopped. Pulling her hand free, she leapt up and off the bed. Shocked but glad her pussy was no longer being molested, Ellie sat up wondering what horror was going to come next. But even she was shocked when Jane grabbed her purse and pulled a large red dildo from it.
Jane gave her a look that said, 'don't ask me why I have this in my purse.'
"Oh god! Please, what are you going to do to me now?"
"Me? No, you got it all wrong."
Jane tossed the dildo at Ellie who recoiled as the sex toy hit her in the tits and flopped like a dead fish onto the mattress. Ellie looked down with a growing look of horror on her face and saw that the molded penis had several leather straps connected to it at the base, forming a harness. She had heard of such things, although never seen one. It was designed for a woman to wear around her hips and crotch.
"This is for you to wear not me. Now get up and get undressed. And don't make me say it again."
As Ellie did as she was told and began to strip, Jane set the gun down and peeled off what was left of her clothes as well. Once nude herself, she picked up the gun and stood at the foot of the bed watching as Ellie pulled and tugged at the straps of the harness attached to the dildo. Finally, she got the straps right and slipped her feet through and pulled the harness up so that the fake cock was dangling from her groin.
Jane stepped up and helped her secure the harness in place, tugging on the straps to make sure they were tight.
"Perfect," Jane said as she eyed Ellie hungrily up and down her naked body.
Ellie was a gorgeous woman, tall and athletic. She wasn't as muscled as Jane but more voluptuous. Jane found her curves arousing as she ran her hand over Ellie's buttocks and up the soft tan skin of her back.
"God, you have a great body Ellie," she told her less than willing partner as she took a handful of her dark hair. Pulling her head back, Jane kissed her again deeply before guiding her to the bed.
Jane sat down and swung her legs up to the mattress, stretching out her long and lean body. Ellie stood next to her, looking down hesitantly as Jane spread her legs wide.
"Come on," Jane encouraged, using the gun to motion towards her pussy.
Ellie knew what the woman wanted and for a second she considered pleading for mercy or even making a run for it but she had no doubt what the outcome of both those actions would be. Ellie swallowed her pride as she climbed onto the bed and positioned herself between Jane's legs.
Using her left hand to prop herself up she floated above Jane as she lay on her back. With her right she took the dildo in her hand and guided it towards Jane's cunt.
"Hey! Lube that thing up first!" Jane snapped at her.
Ellie then licked her fingers and palm and began rubbing the saliva over the head and shaft of the cock before she pushed it inside the red and swelling folds of Jane's sex.
"Oh shit!" Jane blurted out as she felt herself forced to accept the cock.
Ellie began to move her hips back and forth, letting the first few inches of the dildo move in and out of Jane's opening.
"Oh god, that's it! Deeper!"
Ellie, using both her hands now to hold herself up, began to thrust upward and into Jane driving her hips into her thighs with vigor.
"Oh fuck yes! More! Harder!"
Ellie kept fucking Jane with more and more force until she was quickly driving and thrusting as hard as she could. Jane for her part seemed to love it. She wrapped her long lean legs around Ellie's hips and crossed her spike heeled feet in the small of her back, locking Ellie between her thighs. As she kept being fucked, Jane was writhing and moaning loudly under her forced sex partner.
Ellie looked over and saw the handgun still in Jane's fingers. Even though Jane seemed more and more distracted she was too terrified to try anything while she held the weapon.
"FUCK ME!" Jane screamed at Ellie, "FUCK ME HARDER! GOD DAMMIT GIVE IT TOO ME!"
The entire bed began to shake as the headboard slammed over and over into the wall rattling the pictures mounted and knocking one of Ellie and her fiancé off where it fell to the floor and shattered.
Jane didn't even notice the crash as she grabbed Ellie's ass cheeks with her hands. Pressing the cold metal of the handgun against one of Ellie's buttocks, Jane dug her nails into the tight firm muscle of the other and raked them up leaving red welts across the woman's behind. She began to pull Ellie's hips forward in an attempt to drive them and the dildo deeper into her.
"Tell me I'm a bad girl," Jane told her, now panting and breathing deep as she obviously loved this.
"Y-you are such a bad g-girl," Ellie mumbled.
Removing her free hand from her ass, Jane pulled it up and slapped Ellie hard across the face, snapping her head to the side and shocking her with its force before placing it back and continuing to jerk her ass into her thighs.
"You can do better than that bitch!" Jane snarled into Ellie's face.
For the first time since this ordeal had begun, the fear she was feeling faded somewhat and while still present was pushed into the back of her mind as a new emotion filled the front. Ellie suddenly was filled with anger at this woman and it exploded.
"IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT CUNT!?" she screamed into Jane's face as she thrust the dildo so hard and deep that she expected Jane to scream in agony.
Jane did scream but it was in pleasure, "GOD YES! MORE!"
"YOU FUCKING BITCH! IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT?! HUH?! YOU WANT TO GET FUCKED?!"
Ellie kept pounding her hips into Jane, slamming into her thighs and crotch with such force that the entire bed was moving back and forth, the feet of the frame scraping the hardwood of the bedroom floors.
As Jane felt her climax building, she reached up and grabbed Ellie by the hair and with a fluid easy motion she pulled the woman on top of her over as she flipped herself up. Before she knew it, Ellie was on her back and Jane was on top of her and straddling her waist while the dildo had never left her cunt.
Jane grabbed the headboard with her left hand and, using it as an anchor, began to ride the cock hard and fast, driving her hips up and down and forward and back with as much force as she could muster. Both women's skin was glistening with sweat and Jane's hair was damp and wild and she seemed like she was about to lose control.
Panting and barely able to speak as beads of fluid dripped from her forehead and chin onto Ellie's chest and stomach, "Open your mouth!" Jane barked at her.
"Ple..." as Ellie began to speak Jane slipped the barrel of the silenced handgun between her lips and past her teeth and deep into her mouth.
Ellie's eyes went wide as she was now literally sucking on the barrel of a gun. Holding her mouth wide as Jane rode the dildo hard, tip of the gun was pressed deeper and deeper into her throat, well past her comfort zone as it set off her gag reflex over and over.
Tears began to roll down Ellie's face as she gagged and retched and fought not to throw up. Jane continued riding the large dildo jutting up from between Ellie's legs so hard in fact that the entire bed was rocking and bouncing and if she noticed Ellie's discomfort, Jane didn't seem to care. But in point of fact, it was unlikely she even was aware of what she was doing.
"Oh shit! Oh Fuck! Almost there..."
Ellie's eyes were wide and her face turning red as she dug her fingers into the sheets fighting back her gag reflex and fighting to breathe as Jane kept forcing her silencer tipped handgun deeper into her throat. She was desperate to fight back but terrified at what the crazy woman on top of might do.
"OH FUCK! FUCK FUCK FUCK!" Jane screamed out as she felt her orgasm building and about to explode.
"OOOOOOHHHHH GGGGGAAAAWWWW...chut...WWWDDDDD!"
Jane lost control as her eyes rolled into her skull and every nerve ending in her body nearly burst as she felt her climax wash over her. She kept pounding her hips back and forth, grinding the plastic cock she was riding deep inside her cunt. She inhaled and held her breath as her entire body went stiff and she shook uncontrollably while biting down on her bottom lip so hard she tasted blood in her mouth.
Finally, the orgasm let go of her and she fell forward, panting and desperately gulping in air to recover herself.
"oh fuck, oh god," Jane was muttering under her breath as she took in air in large gulps.
Her face was only a foot or so from Ellie's as she removed the gun from between the beautiful brunette's lips. Beads of sweat dripped from her nose and chin landing on Ellie's cheeks, running down towards the bedspread.
Jane stared into Ellie's large white open eyes which were unblinking and looking right back at her. Lowering her head, Jane puckered her lips and blew softly into Ellie's open mouth. As she did, several wisps of smoke, remnants from the gunshot, rose and dissipated from between Ellie's large beautiful lips.
Once the smoke was gone, there was nothing other than her perfect stillness to indicate Ellie was in fact dead. The gun Jane had used was only a thirty-eight caliber and the bullets were low velocity and designed to break apart to cause maximum internal damage. The shot she had made while her orgasm was in full force had never exited Ellie's head but had instantly ended her life.
No longer needing it, Jane turned and tossed the gun into a chair where she had thrown her clothing. She then lowered her body so that her large and full breasts pressed against those of Ellie's as she stretched out her legs on either side of Ellie's thigh, the dildo still imbedded deep in her pussy, connecting the two women.
Jane slid her hands down Ellie's arms and found her outstretched hands and slipped her fingers through Ellie's limp digits. As she did, she pressed her face against the dead woman's cheek and inhaled in the flowery sweet smell of her hair before lying limply on top of her newest victim and feeling the heat of her still warm body.
"Mmmmmm, you smell great Ellie...and so soft. So different from a man," Jane purred into the dead woman's ear.
Long minutes went by as Jane rested letting the remnants of her orgasm fade and enjoying the afterglow of her pleasure. She then rolled off Ellie and onto the bed, flinching as she pulled the dildo free from between her legs. Reaching over she pulled open the top drawer in the bedside table and began rummaging through the various odds and ends that Ellie and her fiancé kept there.
Finding what she was hoping to, she pulled a pack of cigarettes out and slipped one free as she removed the lighter that was tucked into the cellophane wrapper. Placing the cigarette between her lips, she lit it and took a long deep drag. Resting her free arm under her head, she propped herself up on a pillow against the headboard and enjoyed the smoke. Looking over at Ellie...
"You don't mind if I borrow these do you?"
Jane smiled as she blew a long stream of smoke, "I mean you should really quit. These things will kill you."
Twenty minutes later, Jane was dressed and standing in the living room. She was checking her make-up in a hall mirror as her cell phone beeped at her. She answered it...
"Jane?"
"Heeeyyyy baby," Jane cooed back to her husband.
"How'd it go? You get her?"
Jane sighed, she hated having to admit she couldn't do anything especially to John, "No, bitch wasn't here."
"Well, don't worry about it. I think I have good news..."
Just then Jane heard a noise, "Hang on one sec..." she told John and lowered the phone as she drew her handgun. Pressing her body up against the wall next to the front door, she watched as the door opened and in stepped a well built athletic man.
"Hey babe?...Ellie?"
He called to the woman sprawled across the bed down the hall when...
'chut'
The handgun in Jane's hand bucked slightly before the man slumped to the floor in a heap. Pausing to look down on Ellie's husband who she had just killed, Jane turned and left the apartment but pausing in the doorway first. Lifting the cell phone...
"Problem?" John asked.
"No, nothing I couldn't handle. You were saying something about good news?"
"I have a line on Sarah Walker. According to a source, she's gonna be in New York for some secret mission."
"Okay, I'll head back now...hey, wait a minute, who's this source you mentioned?"
"Oh, ah, no one you know..."
"This better not be that little hussy at the Justice Department with the big tits you were fucking before you met me. Cause if it is I swear I'll kill that cunt!"
"Just get back here as fast as you can," John quickly hung up.
Jane left, slamming the door behind her, "Oh that little bitch is so dead!"
As Chuck struggled, realizing what was about to happen, Jane calmly stepped behind him and opened the plastic bag.
"N-no, don't...you don't want to do this!" he stammered as Jane pulled the clear bag over his head.
Holding the back of the bag and pulling it tight over his face and head, Jane held up a roll of black tape in her free hand. Using her teeth, she caught the edge of the tape and pulled a long strand of the sticky material free. Working quickly, Jane wrapped the tape around Chuck's neck several times, sealing the bag shut over his head. Satisfied that it was airtight, she tossed the remainder of the roll onto the bed and sat down on the edge of the mattress. Crossing her legs, Jane watched as Chuck began to struggle and flail as his air flow was cut off.
Holding her hand up in front of her face, she extended her fingers, examining her nails and made a mental note to make an appointment for a manicure once this job was done.
"NNUUUGGGGHHHHHHH!" Chuck let out a long muffled groan
Jane rolled her eyes and let out an exasperated huff, "Give it up already Charles. Don't fight and it will be easier for you."
Sarah stood and let Jane's body roll onto her face on the floor. She was in agony but knew she had to get out of there quickly as John was still on the loose. Suddenly her thoughts turned to Chuck and she prayed that the married assassins were lying when they said he was dead. Standing over the body of Jane Smith, Sarah regretted killing her so quickly.
"You better pray he's alive bitch!" Sarah snarled at the corpse, "If he's not, your husband is going to suffer ter..."
Krak!
Krak!
Krak!
Sarah's words were cut off as her body shook three distinct times. Her naked body was flung backwards into the wall, slamming into the plaster hard. She could barely breath but felt little pain as she looked up and saw John Smith standing in the doorway with a silenced Glock handgun pointing at her. Trails of smoke were coming from the barrel.
She barely had time to register that she had been shot when he stepped forward and fired again...
Krak!
Sarah Walker's head snapped back and she stood for several seconds, seemingly frozen in space. Her face was blank as a line of blood ran down across the bridge of her nose from the dime sized hole in her forehead. She dropped to her knees, her body limp, and then again after a few seconds of swaying, fell forward, face first into the carpet of the hotel room.
John rushed into the room, now confident there were no more threats..."JANE!" he yelled as he dropped to his knees next to her. Grabbing her gingerly, he rolled his wife over, hoping she was only going to be unconscious. But his fears were realized quickly as the dull look on her beautiful face told him she was dead. He lifted her, cradling her in his arms gently. Jane's head fell to the side unnaturally and he knew her neck had been snapped. Even though there was no use, he pressed his fingers against her neck, hoping beyond hope to find some small pulsating there. Nothing.
Lifting her, John buried his face between her breasts as he wept for his dead love.
The End