My Dying dark Angel

I do n't believe she had a clue what was coming.
I doubt it ever even crossed her mind that I was following her.
stupid person cunt.

Please, let me introduce myself. My name is Alexi. I was born in Russia but have
lived in America for many age 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 raper. A cruel hearted bastard.
A sadist. A psycho. And those mass would be right, it 's true. I am all of those,
and more. But others, the ones I favor, would call in me an arist. A genuis.
Just because I actually end lives, and take beautiful girls against their will,
does not urinate me worse than most men. Everyone has their unbalanced illusion,
I just prefer mine to be satisfied.

Tonight, they were.

She was n't quite like the lady friend I usually captured- I generally prefer light-haired girls with blue eyes and small, tiddler breasts. She was an ebony haired disconsolate faerie, with glittering light-green eye
and very light alabaster cutis. I do n't recognize 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 household. For two hebdomad, I monitored her
from a distance, all without her knowledge. I knew her convention, her movements.
And now I was ready. I followed her, leaving my car some way of life away, since I knew
she was on foot tonight, because her Porsche had been in the shop class for three days..
fucking rich cunt. She wore a stiff red tankful top and opprobrious skinny jeans with black boots,
her long black hair left loose down her binding. She smelled of roses, just like the funeral
family ...

I grabbed her as she was unlocking her breast doorway, and pushed her inside.
I normally would suffer taken her with me, but convient for me, she lived
even more disjunct than me ... no one would hear her misfortunate screams.

She tried to scream, and as a unconditioned reflex tried to kick me from behind, but I
was having none of that tonight. I shoved her to the flooring, laughing as she kicked and yelled.
"Go ahead. Who 's really going to hear ? Who will deal ? You piteous, poor thing ...
I bet you never thought this would bechance to you."No one ever does, you know.
They all think criminal offence happens to other girls, not themselves.

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

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

Seeing that she was struggling for an resolution, I leaned close to her ear and whispered
into it :"You are going to die tonight."Her face paled, and the beating got more violent.
She was struggling, trying so fucking hard to get exempt, out of my strong 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 have ? Against me ? Against any man ? I held
both her arms with one of mine, and used the former to tear off her shirt. She
was n't wearing a bra, which just made thing comfortable for me. Her titmouse were
bountiful than most of my girls, a Nice 36C, with puffy pinko nipples. I glanced
down and noticed a naval tintinnabulation accentuated her pale tummy. On impulse
I leaned down and kissed it. She cringed, of row.

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

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

I pulled out my dick, not bothering to undress completely,
and without any lube or foreplay, thrust it inside her tight clit.

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

She screamed louder and louder, so finally I put my deal around
her White 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 much of it these days.

I kept choking her as I fucked that tight ass slit of hers, thrusting my hard cock
in and out of her bush, loving the smell of her against me. I do n't cogitate
she was a virgin, but she obviously had n't had much sex. I pounded away
as the life in her heart faded and dimmed more and Thomas More each back,
her attempts at self defense becoming futile.

I watched her heart, barely alive, as I bit her mamilla as backbreaking as I could,
pleased at the rake 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 weak to really fight now. Any tries to do so
would be unavailing and useless.

She had a prissy ass, turn and house and unmoved. The kind of ass
every man wants to stick his dick into someday. I kissed down her spine
and to her ass, licking it to lube it up some, squeezing her ass cheeks hard.
"Nooo ... .."She whimpered as I pushed my dick against the tip of her butt,
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 slams, I exploded in her ass, sending frisson of Adam all down
my physical structure. I laid on top of her, inside her, for a 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 strangle her and keep an eye on 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 look of revulsion
in her emerald eyes. Then I grabbed her hair and spittle in her face.

"You are nothing. aught but a fucking little strumpet who deserves everything she got tonight
and Sir Thomas More. You are lucky- be grateful- because I 'm going to go ahead and kill you."

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

Later, I disposed of the consistence, and did my in force to clean house 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 base, but I already know the perfect girlfriend to be my next
victim.

This one, I know personally, my cover girl coworker Abby. And like all the others,
she would belong to me.

I always get what I want .