My Dying Dark Angel

I do n't think she had a hint what was coming.
I doubt it ever even crossed her creative thinker that I was following her.
dolt cunt.

Please, let me insert myself. My name is Alexi. I was born in Russia but have
lived in USA for many years now. Who I was is not important.
My life, in fact, is not authoritative. 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 citizenry would be right, it 's true. I am all of those,
and more. But others, the ones I favor, would name me an arist. A genuis.
Just because I actually end aliveness, and take beautiful young woman against their will,
does not make me worse than most men. Everyone has their sick fantasy,
I just prefer mine to be satisfied.

Tonight, they were.

She was n't quite like the young lady I usually captured- I generally prefer blond girls with blueness middle and pocket-size, child breasts. She was an jet black haired dark fairy, with glittering green eye
and very light Mexican onyx pelt. 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 home. For two hebdomad, I monitored her
from a aloofness, all without her noesis. I knew her patterns, her movements.
And now I was cook. I followed her, leaving my car some room away, since I knew
she was on foot tonight, because her Porsche had been in the workshop for three days..
fucking rich kick. She wore a pie-eyed red tank car top and disgraceful skinny jean with Shirley Temple boots,
her long blacken haircloth left slack down her back. She smelled of pink wine, just like the funeral
home ...

I grabbed her as she was unlocking her front doorway, and pushed her interior.
I normally would have taken her with me, but convient for me, she lived
even more insulate than me ... no one would hear her hapless screams.

She tried to scream, and as a reflex tried to kick 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 care ? You pitiful, poor thing ...
I bet you never thought this would materialize to you."No one ever does, you know.
They all think crime happens to other girls, not themselves.

"You 'll go to put behind bars !"She hissed through her teeth, the fighting still in her eyes.

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

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

I am tall. I am backbreaking. 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 early to tear off her shirt. She
was n't wearing a bra, which just made things sluttish for me. Her bosom were
bigger than near of my missy, a nice 36C, with turgid pink mamilla. I glanced
down and noticed a naval ring accentuated her pale breadbasket. On impetus
I leaned down and kissed it. She cringed, of row.

"Please. Please, just ... take all my money and stuff, and leave. No one
will know. Just do n't kill me !"She whispered suddenly, trying to take care
innocent. They all said the Same 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 boot and thrashing.

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

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

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

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

I kept choking her as I fucked that nasty ass snatch of hers, thrusting my strong tool
in and out of her bush, loving the flavour of her against me. I do n't recall
she was a virgin, but she obviously had n't had much sex. I pounded away
as the life in her eyes faded and dimmed more and more each second,
her attempts at self defense becoming futile.

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

She had a nice ass, bout and business firm and unaffected. The kind of ass
every man wants to bond his dick into someday. I kissed down her thorn
and to her ass, licking it to lubricate it up some, squeezing her ass cheeks hard.
"Nooo ... .."She whimpered as I pushed my peter against the tip of her stooge,
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
deep penetrating shot, I exploded in her ass, sending shiver of raptus all down
my body. I laid on top of her, inside her, for a moment, before getting off.

"Do n't kill 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 over her die as I fucked her, but now ... well now, at least I would get to crucify 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 face of horror
in her emerald eyes. Then I grabbed her hair's-breadth and spit in her face.

"You are nada. Nothing but a bed little strumpet who deserves everything she got tonight
and more. You are lucky- be grateful- because I 'm going to go ahead and down you."

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

Later, I disposed of the torso, 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 as shooting I wo n't be caught- I never am.

Now, I 'm just driving home, but I already know the pure girlfriend to be my next
victim.

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

I always get what I want .