Or show what Michael what remains

Holding Rocketgirl’s broken and torn body high above her head, Mammazon had another cruel idea as she easily tossed the superheroine onto her shoulder, blood and pieces of breast tissue falling to the floor with the movement, before grabbing at the briefcase, discarded bits of flesh and headed back towards her comrades.

Drifting in and out of consciousness, sobbing and struggling for breath with each step Mammazon took but not knowing what else to do, Melissa did the only thing she could think of, she clutched her forearms up to her chest, as if locking up her wounds and groaned in agony, convinced that she was screwed either way, and just waiting for the inevitable.

"Hey Michael!" Mammazon's guttural voice boomed as she trundled towards him. "Look what I've got," she grinned. Her grin not so telling as the ass over her shoulder was and came into view, then with a thud. Rocketgirl was thrown and laid out on the ground before him.

"Hu?" Gasped Michael, the sight of the mortal devastation and obvious, debilitating pain from the holes in Rocketgirl’s chest were enough to make him squirm. "You've? Aha haha!" He shouted excitedly, unable to actually put his thoughts into words. "Not so tough now huh? SuperNoTits!" He admonished, spitting as he said so.

"You..." Rocketgirl spoke, barely capable to male her words out through tears of pain and horror. "This is...this is..." she cried, tears continuing to stream down her face, making it impossible for her to finish her sentence.

"Fucked up?" Mammazon offered with a grin, as she watched the superheroine that she had just taken out and made mince meat of, run a trembling hand over her chest, touching the wound where her right breast once sat so prominently with her fingers, then flinching violently when she touched the gaping tear and watched her physically shake.

"Here!" Mammazon then offered, tossing what looked like a soft, bloody rag at Michael.

"What?" Michael replied, his instincts and reactions quick as he captured what Mammazon had thrown. "Oooohhhoooo. Wow!" He grinned, holding up what was now clearly a piece of Rocketgirl’s breast and snuggling it into his cheek. "It's still warm!" He mocked and paraded round, and all while Rocketgirl remained helpless and utterly broken on the floor.