My Dying Dark Angel

I do n't call back she had a clew what was coming.
I doubt it ever even crossed her thinker that I was following her.
stupe cunt.

Please, let me precede myself. My public figure is Alexi. I was born in Soviet Russia but have
lived in United States for many geezerhood now. Who I was is not important.
My life, in fact, is not important. And neither is anyone else's.

Who am I now ? Some would say I 'm a killer. A rapist. A cruel hearted bastard.
A sadist. A psycho. And those people would be right, it 's true. I am all of those,
and Thomas More. But others, the I I favor, would holler me an arist. A genuis.
Just because I actually end lives, and take beautiful young lady against their will,
does not make me worse than most men. Everyone has their mad fantasies,
I just prefer mine to be satisfied.

Tonight, they were.

She was n't quite like the missy I usually captured- I generally prefer blonde girls with blueing centre and minor, minor breasts. She was an ebony haired dismal faery, with glittering gullible eyes
and very light alabaster hide. I do n't know why, but she appealed to me deeply
and I knew I just had to have her.

I saw her first at Starbucks, and I followed her abode. For two calendar week, I monitored her
from a distance, all without her knowledge. I knew her blueprint, her movements.
And now I was fix. I followed her, leaving my car some ways away, since I knew
she was on foot tonight, because her Porsche had been in the workshop for three days..
fucking racy kick. She wore a slopped red tank top and black skinny jean with shameful rush,
her long black hair left loose down her vertebral column. She smelled of pink wine, just like the funeral
home ...

I grabbed her as she was unlocking her front line door, and pushed her interior.
I normally would have taken her with me, but convient for me, she lived
even more apart than me ... no one would get wind her pathetic screams.

She tried to shout out, and as a innate reflex tried to give up me from behind, but I
was having none of that tonight. I shoved her to the story, laughing as she kicked and yelled.
"Go ahead. Who 's really going to hear ? Who will care ? You pitiful, poor thing ...
I bet you never thought this would happen to you."No one ever does, you know.
They all think crime happens to other girls, not themselves.

"You 'll go to imprison !"She hissed through her teeth, the fight still in her eyes.

"I doubt that, cunt. Who 's going to call the copper ?"I asked, leering at her.

Seeing that she was struggling for an answer, I leaned close to her ear and whispered
into it :"You are going to die tonight."Her brass paled, and the thrashing got more violent.
She was struggling, trying so fucking hard to get free, out of my strong arms.

I am tall. I am heavy. I am built. She 's just a fille, probably not weighing more than 120 pounds.
What chance did she ever have ? Against me ? Against any man ? I held
both her munition with one of mine, and used the early to buck off her shirt. She
was n't wearing a bra, which just made thing easier for me. Her pap were
bigger than nearly of my girls, a nice 36C, with gusty pink teat. I glanced
down and noticed a naval doughnut accentuated her wan stomach. On impulse
I leaned down and kissed it. She cringed, of course.

"Please. Please, just ... take all my money and stuff and nonsense, and leave. No one
will eff. Just do n't down me !"She whispered suddenly, trying to look
innocent. They all said the like stupid shit, I thought irritably. I was
already getting exhausted with her. I jerked her pant down, letting the push button
pop out. Again with the kicking and thrashing.

Why do they always fight ? They never win. dopey little trollop ...

I pulled out my prick, not bothering to discase completely,
and without any lube or stimulation, thrust it inside her pissed clit.

God it felt good ... it had been a while, I realized. Really should n't let myself
go so long without gratification. Not tidy, you know.

She screamed louder and louder, so finally I put my hands around
her Edward White neck opening and squeezed, silencing her cacophony of screeches.
I got enough screaming and bitching back when I was married,
tinker's damn if I wanted to discover too a great deal of it these days.

I kept choking her as I fucked that tight ass twat of hers, thrusting my hard rooster
in and out of her President George W. Bush, loving the feel of her against me. I do n't call back
she was a virgin, but she obviously had n't had a lot sex. I pounded away
as the life in her eyes faded and dimmed more than and More each secondment,
her attempts at ego defending team becoming futile.

I watched her eyes, barely alive, as I bit her mammilla as heavy as I could,
pleased at the ancestry which oozed out. I let go of her neck- I like
to prolong it a little, let the gripe suffer. I rolled her on her venter,
sensing she was far too light to really fight now. Any tries to do so
would be sleeveless and useless.

She had a courteous ass, round and firm and untouched. The kind of ass
every man wants to beat his dick into someday. I kissed down her spinal column
and to her ass, licking it to lube it up some, squeezing her ass cheeks hard.
"Nooo ... .."She whimpered as I pushed my shaft against the tip of her fag,
letting it sit there, rubbing against it, before I finally rammed it in
and began pounding her ass. screw, I was going to cum ... .with a few more
inscrutable penetrating slams, I exploded in her ass, sending shudders of ecstasy all down
my body. I laid on top of her, inside her, for a second, before getting off.

"Do n't belt down me ..."She said again, looking at me warily. She knew I was going to.
I hated it in a way- I really had planned to go back to fucking her puss after I pounded
her ass, so I could strangle her and watch her die as I fucked her, but now ... well now, at least I would get to torment her more.

I pushed her on her back again, and pulled out my hunting knife. I cut off one of her nipples
quickly, and she cried out. I laughed at her and ate it, just to see the expression of revulsion
in her emerald oculus. Then I grabbed her haircloth and spit in her face.

"You are goose egg. goose egg but a fucking trivial slut who deserves everything she got this evening
and more. You are lucky- be grateful- because I 'm going to go ahead and obliterate you."

With that, I cut the bitch 's throat, and sucked on it as the crimson leaked out into
my mouth.

Later, I disposed of the consistence, and did my adept to make clean up any tincture of DNA and just
make it seem like she packed up and left. I 'm indisputable I wo n't be caught- I never am.

Now, I 'm just driving home, but I already know the staring girl to be my side by side
victim.

This one, I know personally, my lovely coworker Abby. And like all the others,
she would go to me.

I always get what I want .