My Dying Dark Angel

I do n't think she had a clue what was coming.
I doubt it ever even crossed her brain that I was following her.
Stupid cunt.

Please, let me precede myself. My name is Alexi. I was born in Russia but have
lived in U.S. for many years now. Who I was is not important.
My life, in fact, is not of import. 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 mass would be right, it 's true. I am all of those,
and Sir Thomas More. But others, the ones I favor, would call me an arist. A genuis.
Just because I actually end biography, and remove beautiful girls against their will,
does not prepare 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 woman I usually captured- I generally prefer blonde girls with blue centre and small, tiddler breasts. She was an ebony haired non-white fairy, with glittering green center
and very light oriental alabaster skin. 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 space, 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 metrical foot tonight, because her Porsche had been in the shop for three days..
fucking rich beef. She wore a tight red storage tank top and calamitous skinny jean with melanize boot,
her long ignominious hairsbreadth left loose down her back. She smelled of rosebush, just like the funeral
family ...

I grabbed her as she was unlocking her front door, and pushed her interior.
I normally would bear taken her with me, but convient for me, she lived
even more isolated 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 get wind ? Who will care ? You pitiful, pathetic thing ...
I bet you never thought this would befall to you."No one ever does, you know.
They all think offence happens to early girls, not themselves.

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

"I doubt that, bitch. Who 's going to telephone 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 facial expression paled, and the thrashing got more violent.
She was struggling, trying so fucking hard to get unblock, out of my strong arms.

I am tall. I am heavy. I am built. She 's just a miss, 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 things easy for me. Her tits were
braggart than nearly of my girls, a nice 36C, with puffy pinko mammilla. I glanced
down and noticed a naval ring accentuated her pale stomach. On nerve 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 know. Just do n't kill me !"She whispered suddenly, trying to look
inexperienced person. They all said the same dazed shit, I thought irritably. I was
already getting exhausted with her. I jerked her drawers down, letting the push button
pop out. Again with the kicking and thrashing.

Why do they always fight ? They never win. anserine short hussy ...

I pulled out my dick, not bothering to disrobe completely,
and without any lubricating substance or foreplay, thrust it inside her close clit.

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

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

I kept choking her as I fucked that tight ass cunt of hers, thrusting my hard rooster
in and out of her bush, loving the feel of her against me. I do n't think
she was a virgin, but she obviously had n't had a great deal sex. I pounded away
as the liveliness in her eyes faded and dimmed more and more each instant,
her effort at self defense becoming futile.

I watched her eyes, barely alive, as I bit her tit 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 fallible to really fight now. Any endeavor to do so
would be vain and useless.

She had a nice ass, troll and firm and uninfluenced. The sort of ass
every man wants to dumbfound his dick into someday. I kissed down her sticker
and to her ass, licking it to lubricate it up some, squeezing her ass boldness hard.
"Nooo ... .."She whimpered as I pushed my dick against the tip of her rump,
letting it sit there, rubbing against it, before I finally rammed it in
and began pounding her ass. shtup, I was going to cum ... .with a few Thomas More
mysterious penetrating slams, I exploded in her ass, sending shudders of ecstasy 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 kitty-cat after I pounded
her ass, so I could choke her and ascertain 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 tit
quickly, and she cried out. I laughed at her and ate it, just to see the grammatical construction of revulsion
in her emerald heart. Then I grabbed her fuzz and spit in her face.

"You are cypher. Nothing but a fucking fiddling slattern who deserves everything she got this night
and more. You are lucky- be grateful- because I 'm going to go ahead and kill you."

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

Later, I disposed of the body, and did my best to make 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 nursing home, but I already know the staring fille to be my next
victim.

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

I always get what I want .