My Dying Dark holy person

I do n't reckon she had a hint what was coming.
I doubt it ever even crossed her judgement that I was following her.
pudden-head cunt.

Please, let me innovate myself. My name is Alexi. I was born in Russia but have
lived in America for many days 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 cause of death. A rapist. A cruel hearted bastard.
A sadist. A psychotic. And those people would be right, it 's dependable. I am all of those,
and more. But others, the ones I favor, would anticipate me an arist. A genuis.
Just because I actually end lives, and lease beautiful girls against their will,
does not make me worsened than well-nigh men. Everyone has their sick fantasies,
I just prefer mine to be satisfied.

Tonight, they were.

She was n't quite like the girls I usually captured- I generally prefer blonde lady friend with blue eyes and modest, child breast. She was an ebony haired night fairy, with glittering green eyes
and very sluttish alabaster pelt. I do n't be intimate why, but she appealed to me deeply
and I knew I just had to experience her.

I saw her first at Starbucks, and I followed her home. For two weeks, I monitored her
from a distance, all without her knowledge. I knew her normal, her movements.
And now I was ready. I followed her, leaving my car some ways away, since I knew
she was on pes tonight, because her Porsche had been in the shop for three days..
fucking rich bitch. She wore a tight red tank top and black skinny blue jean with black boots,
her long black whisker left loose down her back. She smelled of rosebush, just like the funeral
domicile ...

I grabbed her as she was unlocking her front door, and pushed her interior.
I normally would stimulate taken her with me, but convient for me, she lived
even more isolated than me ... no one would get a line her misfortunate screams.

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

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

"I doubt that, bitch. Who 's going to predict 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 nerve paled, and the thrashing got more violent.
She was struggling, trying so fucking hard to get free, 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 weapon system with one of mine, and used the other to tear off her shirt. She
was n't wearing a bra, which just made matter soft for me. Her tits were
bigger than most of my young woman, a decent 36C, with bouffant garden pink mamilla. I glanced
down and noticed a naval ring accentuated her pale stomach. On impulse
I leaned down and kissed it. She cringed, of course.

"Please. Please, just ... take all my money and stuff, and leave. No one
will screw. Just do n't kill me !"She whispered suddenly, trying to calculate
innocent. They all said the same stupid crap, I thought irritably. I was
already getting exhausted with her. I jerked her pants down, letting the release
pop out. Again with the kicking and walloping.

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

I pulled out my dick, not bothering to peel completely,
and without any lubricator or arousal, thrust it inside her tight clit.

God it felt good ... it had been a piece, I realized. Really should n't let myself
go so long without atonement. Not level-headed, you know.

She screamed louder and louder, so finally I put my hands around
her Patrick Victor Martindale White neck opening and squeezed, silencing her cacophony of screeches.
I got enough screaming and bitching back when I was married,
shucks if I wanted to hear too a great deal of it these days.

I kept choking her as I fucked that sozzled ass cunt of hers, thrusting my hard cock
in and out of her scrub, loving the tone of her against me. I do n't think
she was a Virgo, but she obviously had n't had much sex. I pounded away
as the life in her oculus faded and dimmed more and more each minute,
her attempts at self defense becoming futile.

I watched her eyes, barely alive, as I bit her mammilla as hard as I could,
pleased at the blood 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 weak to really fight now. Any endeavour to do so
would be ineffectual and useless.

She had a nice ass, rhythm and business firm and uninfluenced. The sort of ass
every man wants to stick his dick into someday. I kissed down her prickle
and to her ass, licking it to lubricate it up some, squeezing her ass buttock 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. piece of tail, I was going to cum ... .with a few More
deep penetrating slams, I exploded in her ass, sending thrill of exaltation all down
my torso. I laid on top of her, inside her, for a mo, before getting off.

"Do n't wipe 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 slit after I pounded
her ass, so I could stifle her and watch 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 pap
quickly, and she cried out. I laughed at her and ate it, just to see the expression of revulsion
in her emerald eyes. Then I grabbed her hair and spit in her face.

"You are goose egg. Nothing but a fucking little jade who deserves everything she got this night
and more. You are lucky- be grateful- because I 'm going to go ahead and bolt down you."

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

Later, I disposed of the body, and did my trump to clean up any tincture of DNA and just
make it seem like she packed up and left. I 'm for certain I wo n't be caught- I never am.

Now, I 'm just driving home, but I already know the perfect girl to be my succeeding
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 .