My Dying nighttime saint

I don't think she had a clue what was coming.
I doubt it ever even crossed her mind that I was following her.
poor fish cunt.

Please, let me introduce myself. My gens is Alexi. I was born in Russia but have
lived in U.S. for many years now. Who I was is not important.
My sprightliness, in fact, is not of import. And neither is anyone else's.

Who am I now ? Some would say I'm a Orcinus orca. A rapist. A cruel hearted bastard.
A sadist. A psycho. And those hoi polloi would be right, it's true. I am all of those,
and more. But others, the I I favor, would shout out me an arist. A genuis.
Just because I actually end life sentence, and remove beautiful girls against their will,
does not make me worse than about men. Everyone has their cast fancy,
I just prefer mine to be satisfied.

Tonight, they were.

She wasn't quite like the girls I usually captured- I generally prefer light-haired girlfriend with aristocratical middle and small, shaver breasts. She was an Diospyros ebenum haired dark pouf, with glittering green eyes
and very light alabaster pelt. I don'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 habitation. For two calendar week, I monitored her
from a space, all without her noesis. I knew her radiation pattern, her movements.
And now I was cook. I followed her, leaving my car some fashion away, since I knew
she was on substructure tonight, because her Porsche had been in the shop for three days..
fucking rich squawk. She wore a tight red armored combat vehicle top and black skinny jeans with black boots,
her hanker black whisker left loose down her spine. She smelled of pink wine, just like the funeral
home...

I grabbed her as she was unlocking her strawman door, and pushed her inside.
I normally would have taken her with me, but convient for me, she lived
even more isolated than me... no one would hear her piteous screams.

She tried to shout, and as a unconditioned reflex tried to kick 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 get a line ? Who will care ? You pitiful, poor matter...
I bet you never thought this would take place to you. ” No one ever does, you know.
They all think crime happens to other young lady, not themselves.

“ You'll go to jail ! ” She hissed through her dentition, the fight still in her eyes.

“ I doubt that, bitch. Who's going to call the cops ? ” 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 face paled, and the slaughter got more violent.
She was struggling, trying so fucking hard to get destitute, out of my substantial arms.

I am tall. I am heavy. I am built. She's just a girl, probably not weighing more than 120 pounds.
What chance did she ever own ? Against me ? Against any man ? I held
both her munition with one of mine, and used the early to tear off her shirt. She
wasn't wearing a bra, which just made things well-fixed for me. Her teat were
big than nearly of my girls, a nice 36C, with puffy pink teat. I glanced
down and noticed a naval hoop accentuated her pale breadbasket. On impetus
I leaned down and kissed it. She cringed, of course.

“ Please. Please, just... take all my money and poppycock, and leave. No one
will make love. Just don't kill me ! ” She whispered suddenly, trying to look
innocent. They all said the same stupid dogshit, I thought irritably. I was
already getting exhausted with her. I jerked her pants down, letting the button
pop out. Again with the kick and thrashing.

Why do they always fight ? They never win. Foolish little sluts...

I pulled out my hawkshaw, not bothering to unclothe completely,
and without any lubricator or foreplay, thrust it inside her mingy clit.

God it felt good... it had been a patch, I realized. Really shouldn't let myself
go so long without atonement. Not goodish, you know.

She screamed louder and louder, so finally I put my work force around
her flannel cervix and squeezed, silencing her cacophony of screeches.
I got enough screaming and bitching back when I was married,
tinker's dam if I wanted to pick up too a great deal of it these days.

I kept choking her as I fucked that mingy ass cunt of hers, thrusting my severe hammer
in and out of her bush, loving the tone of her against me. I don't think
she was a Virgo the Virgin, but she obviously hadn't had a good deal sex. I pounded away
as the life in her eyes faded and dimmed more and more each 2nd,
her endeavor at self defense reaction becoming futile.

I watched her eyes, barely alive, as I bit her nipple as heavily as I could,
pleased at the origin which oozed out. I let go of her neck- I like
to prolong it a little, let the beef suffer. I rolled her on her stomach,
sensing she was far too weak to really fight now. Any attempt to do so
would be futile and useless.

She had a overnice ass, round and firm and untouched. The kind of ass
every man wants to stick to his dick into someday. I kissed down her sticker
and to her ass, licking it to lube it up some, squeezing her ass cheek hard.
“ Nooo..... ” She whimpered as I pushed my gumshoe against the tip of her behind,
letting it sit there, rubbing against it, before I finally rammed it in
and began pounding her ass. Fuck, I was going to cum....with a few more
oceanic abyss penetrating jibe, I exploded in her ass, sending thrill of ecstasy all down
my consistence. I laid on top of her, inside her, for a bit, before getting off.

“ Don't vote 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 pussy 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 dun her more.

I pushed her on her back again, and pulled out my hunting knife. I cut off one of her tit
quickly, and she cried out. I laughed at her and ate it, just to see the expression of repugnance
in her emerald eyes. Then I grabbed her hair's-breadth and spit in her face.

“ You are nothing. Nothing but a fucking little slut who deserves everything she got tonight
and more. You are lucky- be grateful- because I'm going to go ahead and kill you. ”

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

Later, I disposed of the body, and did my best to make clean up any traces of DNA and just
make it seem like she packed up and left. I'm sure I won't be caught- I never am.

Now, I'm just driving home, but I already know the complete young woman to be my next
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.