My Dying Dark saint

I do n't consider she had a cue what was coming.
I doubt it ever even crossed her mind that I was following her.
Stupid cunt.

Please, let me introduce myself. My name is Alexi. I was born in Russia but have
lived in America for many years now. Who I was is not significant.
My life history, in fact, is not important. And neither is anyone else's.

Who am I now ? Some would say I 'm a Orcinus orca. A raper. A cruel hearted bastard.
A sadist. A psycho. And those people would be right, it 's true. I am all of those,
and More. But others, the ones I favor, would call me an arist. A genuis.
Just because I actually end spirit, and take on beautiful girls against their will,
does not make me forged than nearly men. Everyone has their sick illusion,
I just prefer mine to be satisfied.

Tonight, they were.

She was n't quite like the daughter I usually captured- I generally prefer blond daughter with profane eyes and small, baby breasts. She was an pitch black haired dark fairy, with glittering greenish eyes
and very luminousness alabaster skin. I do n't know why, but she appealed to me deeply
and I knew I just had to bear her.

I saw her first at Starbucks, and I followed her dwelling. For two weeks, I monitored her
from a aloofness, all without her knowledge. I knew her patterns, her movements.
And now I was ready. I followed her, leaving my car some ways away, since I knew
she was on invertebrate foot tonight, because her Porsche had been in the shop for three days..
fucking rich bitch. She wore a sloshed red cooler top and black skinny jeans with pitch-black charge,
her long black fuzz left loose down her rear. She smelled of roses, just like the funeral
domicile ...

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

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

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

"I doubt that, bitch. Who 's going to phone the cops ?"I asked, leering at her.

Seeing that she was struggling for an response, 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 free, out of my strong arms.

I am marvelous. I am heavy. I am built. She 's just a girl, probably not weighing more than 120 pounds.
What opportunity did she ever have ? Against me ? Against any man ? I held
both her arms with one of mine, and used the other to snap off her shirt. She
was n't wearing a bra, which just made things well-fixed for me. Her tits were
bigger than well-nigh of my girls, a skillful 36C, with bouffant pink nipples. I glanced
down and noticed a naval anchor ring accentuated her wan belly. On impulse
I leaned down and kissed it. She cringed, of trend.

"Please. Please, just ... take all my money and stuff, and leave. No one
will be intimate. Just do n't kill me !"She whispered suddenly, trying to look
innocent. They all said the Same stupe shit, I thought irritably. I was
already getting exhausted with her. I jerked her gasp down, letting the clitoris
pop out. Again with the boot and beating.

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

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

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

She screamed louder and louder, so finally I put my hands around
her egg white neck and squeezed, silencing her din of screeches.
I got enough screaming and bitching back when I was married,
shit if I wanted to hear too much of it these days.

I kept choking her as I fucked that mean ass cunt of hers, thrusting my hard cock
in and out of her bush, loving the spirit of her against me. I do n't think
she was a virgin, but she obviously had n't had much sex. I pounded away
as the lifetime in her eyes faded and dimmed Sir Thomas More and more each minute,
her attempt at ego defence becoming futile.

I watched her eyes, barely alive, as I bit her nipple as hard as I could,
pleased at the parentage which oozed out. I let go of her neck- I like
to prolong it a little, let the bitch suffer. I rolled her on her stomach,
sensing she was far too infirm to really press now. Any tries to do so
would be sleeveless and useless.

She had a nice ass, rhythm and business firm and untasted. The kind of ass
every man wants to stick his dick into someday. I kissed down her vertebral column
and to her ass, licking it to lube it up some, squeezing her ass cheeks hard.
"Nooo ... .."She whimpered as I pushed my cock against the tip of her seat,
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 Sir Thomas More
deep penetrating dig, I exploded in her ass, sending shudders of ecstasy all down
my dead body. I laid on top of her, inside her, for a present moment, before getting off.

"Do n't vote out 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 halter her and follow 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 tongue. I cut off one of her nipples
quickly, and she cried out. I laughed at her and ate it, just to see the reflection of horror
in her emerald eyes. Then I grabbed her tomentum and spit in her face.

"You are nothing. Nothing but a sleep with little slut who deserves everything she got this evening
and more. You are lucky- be grateful- because I 'm going to go ahead and belt down 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 body, and did my best to clean up any traces of DNA and just
make it seem like she packed up and left. I 'm sure I wo n't be caught- I never am.

Now, I 'm just driving home, but I already know the staring miss to be my future
victim.

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

I always get what I want .