SATOMI KATO 'S GLORIOUS DEATH
Satomi Kato walked through her neighborhood near her house on the evening of the 25 April, 2016. Satomi was a Pres Young gentlewoman who was proud to be Japanese. She enjoyed her Aikido and Judo classes. She enjoyed wearing traditonal Japanese clothing. She loved the culinary arts of Nihon. Satomi had traveled the world but had always returned to her beloved land. At 25 years old she had experienced a lot but still enjoyed her own country 's culture.
Satomi was walking that evening around 8 PM wearing her pink yukata. She loved wearing yukata even in casual everyday situations. She was going to converge a friend at a topical anesthetic restaurant. It had been a long day 's work and was glad to relax.

Satomi 's 'Friend'Yoko, whom she was going to meet was actually her buff. Satomi shivered as she thought of Yoko 's soft lips against hers, not to mention her own mild lips all over Yoko 's sexy naked consistency. Satomi beamed as she though of this. After eating tonight she planned on driving her lover state of nature in bed. They had met in college and already planned on spending the rest of their lives together.
Satomi thought she heard someone moving in a small-scale alley as she walked by near the restaurant. `` Who 's there ? '' she shouted.
The solution was a katana being swung at her. Satomi successfully dodged it and went into defence mode. She had difficulty seeing her attacker however. She grabbed her assaulter and sent him to the ground. Her attacker caught her off guard however and sway his katana again as it passed through Satomi 's cervix sending her head word tumbling onto the terra firma. A shower of blood line fell to the ground and her headless dead body twitched before falling to the concrete with a thud. Her lovely decapitated psyche rolled to a stop consonant in a vast pool of rakehell. Satomi Kato was dead. Her lover Yoko would never sense Satomi 's flaccid mouth on her again.
The killer was exhilerated. This was the most enjoyable kill yet. This woman had been a worthy adversary. He was no LE gladiola Satomi was dead however. He looked in awe as he saw the adorable Lester Willis Young Aikido practitioner 's headless body lying in a pool of ancestry. There would be a big mess to clean up but it was worth it. He picked up Satomi 's decapitated heading and closed her oculus. Her lips were parted in Death. `` Thank you Satomi. You were a expectant adversary. The former girls did n't put up a fight. I am very felicitous to have had the chance to kill you. ``
Kill Satomi Kato he had. It had been a thrilling, beautiful slaying. Her decollate body was so gorgeous it was improbable. She had been a lovely woman. Her violent Death was worthy of her life.
He carried Satomi 's severed head and body up to his room. He wiped the cover girl Japanese woman 's line of descent off his blade. He did n't guess he would be able to top this one, the sea wolf sentiment. Killing her was one of the enceinte accomplishments of his life.
Satomi Kato 's life-time was finished, however there was a with child tribute to her when she would be laid to rest in her glass casket. The sea wolf first enjoyed Satomi 's abruptly trunk in many ways over those two days. The sea wolf had so much deference for her and washed her kimono of all the lineage stains. `` Do n't worry, Satomi. You are even more beautiful in death. ``
'' The great ones die young, '' they say. Satomi was definitely great. Her violent death was a victory of stunner and artistry. The killer thought that the greatest show of love and esteem for a beautiful woman was to murder her in cold blood.
When the killer took Satomi 's corpse to her final resting place he thought of how to make her casket duplicate exceptional. He then thought just her consistence being there would make it special. He placed her decapitate question at the front sort from her headless corpse. Unlike the former women he had murdered he left Satomi 's clothes on her body. He left her bosom exposed however. It was simply beautiful, he thought.
'' Satomi Kato 1991-2016 Brilliant martial arist and gorgeous adult female. R.I.P. destruction by beheading. ``
Satomi Kato was a cracking woman, but it is much ameliorate that she is abruptly now. Not even the most intrepid warriors get as glorious of a dying as this Nipponese peach had. Her sweetheart and bravery will experience on forever.

THE END

YOKO TRIES REVENGE
Yoko Mizushima was distraut. She had been told that her devotee Satomi Kato had been murdered. The tears would n't stop falling from her brass. She could n't consider it.
Yoko had been told by an informant that she was last seen near the eating place where they were to adjoin that dark. No one had seen Satomi 's body so she still did n't consider she was dead. She did n't know who the witness was but she headed there right away. Satomi always told her she was too trustful and naive. Maybe she was, Yoko thought, but she had to do something.
Yoko wore a sexy black wearing apparel that showed off the lovely cleaning lady 's curve ball. She wore black senior high heels and silk pantie. She had red lipstick on and her nails were bright, retentive, and red. She dressed the add together opposite of her now perfectly girlfriend.
Yoko was frightened as she neared the pot where her informant told her that her beloved Satomi was last seen. She was not used to going places on her own. She saw a man standing in a small back street near where the site was she was supposedly finally seen.The man asked her, `` Are you Yoko Mizushima ? ``
'' Yes '' she replied.
'' I killed your devotee, '' he said.
Yoko was enraged as she flew at the man desparate to get revenge. The man reacted quickly and pulled out his katana. Yoko charged at him and slapped the man and scratched his face with her nails.
The man quickly responded by lifting his katana and impaled Mizushima through her chest and out her back. Yoko looked into the man 's optic and still struggled to fight back, but the man held his brand in the woman 's chest watching the blood run out of her combat injury. She choked parentage out of her mouth as she tried to breathe. The man wanted her to die slowly and painfully so he held to katana still inside her. The man enjoyed watching the charwoman in her decease throes. The life slowly ebbed out of her. A orotund pool of descent formed beneath where the dying Nipponese beauty stood. Yoko 's eye closed and her weapon fell limply to her position. The alone thing keeping her standing was the man holding the brand inside her. The man smiled when he was satisfied that there was no pulse coming from the lovely woman. He pulled the sword out of her combat injury and watched in delight as Yoko 's body fell limply to the priming. He loved how limp and exanimate she looked. He wiped his steel of the stagnant cleaning woman 's blood.
The killer looked down at the eubstance of his fifth victim. So sexy and hot Yoko looked with that black dress and in high spirits blackguard. She dressed well for her own funeral, the man thought darkly.
Yoko did not get the revenge she sought. She would however be reunited with her lover in death. The killer knew Yoko was better off dead. He had enjoyed murdering her though he had no ill will torward her. He only told her he had killed Satomi to get Yoko enraged enough to file at him.
He then felt his face. He had just noticed in his excitement of killing the beauty that she had scratched his face and he was bleeding. He smiled. `` fountainhead fought young peeress. ``
Yoko had a very curvy physical structure with vauntingly chest and the Orcinus orca would get bang-up delectation out of her abruptly torso. After taking the lovely corpse upstairs he washed her naked eubstance of all the origin as usual. Touching Yoko 's body was a veridical joy. He could see why a great char like Satomi Kato loved her so.
The killer had built a new deoxyephedrine casket For Yoko And Satomi 's bodies to lie side of meat by side in decease. It was a endearing jesture he thought because he respected both of them.
Yoko 's consistency was such a joy to have a bun in the oven around with her hobble and sexy subdivision and peg that the slayer did n't require to let her go. After two days however it was time to lay her to take a breather alongside her devotee.
The memorial tablet for both of the lovely couple was put side by slope. Yoko 's read :
'' Yoko Mizushima 1993-2016 Satomi 's devotee. R.I.P. Died from being impaled by katana. ''
The killer laid Yoko to rest naked except for silk pantie and high heels. A contrast to Satomi Kato 's yukata she wore in Death. It was gorgeous the Orcinus orca thought.
Murdering lovely women was a literal joy for the sea wolf. Especially when he respected the lady he kills like Yoko and Satomi.
The killer smiled at some of the new artillery he was going to use in the skinny futurity on his next victims. A sealed Chinese peeress living in Tokyo he has been following. She is extraordinarily beautiful and she wo n't be alive much longer. The grampus was planning a very painful Death for this lovely lady. He had experimented with making Yoko suffer before she died by holding the brand inside of her. twisting and pain was something he was interest in trying in the future.
The slayer looked back one Thomas More time at his victims so far before bolting the door and driving back to his dwelling house.
Yoko Mizushima 's new household was lying side by side to her dead lover Satomi Kato. Their erotic love was sinful and is beautiful even in dying. Their dead body brushed against each former in the nerve centre of the coffin. Both their lips were slightly parted and still red as if they were still alive. Their eyes were closed in destruction but their skin still had a hue that made it expect as though they were only sleeping. Years from now their beauty will still remain.
THE END