SATOMI KATO 'S GLORIOUS DEATH
Satomi Kato walked through her neighborhood near her theatre on the evening of the 25 April, 2016. Satomi was a young noblewoman who was proud to be Japanese. She enjoyed her Aikido and Judo classes. She enjoyed wearing traditonal Japanese wearable. She loved the culinary arts of japan. Satomi had traveled the macrocosm but had always returned to her beloved country. At 25 years old she had experienced a lot but still enjoyed her own country 's culture.
Satomi was walking that evening around 8 PM wearing her pink yukata. She loved wearing yukata even in casual workaday situations. She was going to meet a champion at a local restaurant. It had been a long day 's work and was glad to relax.

Satomi 's 'Friend'Yoko, whom she was going to meet was actually her lover. Satomi shivered as she thought of Yoko 's soft brim against hers, not to advert her own cushy back talk all over Yoko 's sexy naked body. Satomi beamed as she though of this. After eating tonight she planned on driving her fan natural state in bed. They had met in college and already planned on spending the remainder of their lives together.
Satomi thought she heard someone moving in a small alley as she walked by near the eating place. `` Who 's there ? '' she shouted.
The resolution was a katana being swung at her. Satomi successfully dodged it and went into defense reaction fashion. She had trouble seeing her attacker however. She grabbed her attacker and sent him to the ground. Her assaulter caught her off guard however and swung his katana again as it passed through Satomi 's cervix sending her psyche tumbling onto the ground. A shower of blood fell to the background and her headless torso twitched before falling to the concrete with a thud. Her lovely decapitated school principal rolled to a stay in a huge pool of blood. Satomi Kato was dead. Her fan Yoko would never sense Satomi 's soft lips on her again.
The killer whale was exhilerated. This was the most enjoyable putting to death yet. This woman had been a worthy opposer. He was no lupus erythematosus glad Satomi was short however. He looked in awe as he saw the adorable Brigham Young Aikido practitioner 's headless body lying in a pool of rakehell. There would be a big quite a little to clean up but it was Worth it. He picked up Satomi 's decapitated promontory and closed her eyes. Her lips were parted in destruction. `` Thank you Satomi. You were a great opposer. The other girlfriend did n't put up a fight. I am very happy to have had the probability to toss off you. ``
Kill Satomi Kato he had. It had been a thrilling, beautiful murder. Her beheaded body was so gorgeous it was unbelievable. She had been a pin-up woman. Her violent death was worthy of her biography.
He carried Satomi 's severed mind and body up to his room. He wiped the endearing Japanese cleaning lady 's rakehell off his sword. He did n't recall he would be able to top this one, the killer whale thought. Killing her was one of the greatest skill of his life.
Satomi Kato 's life history was finished, however there was a great tribute to her when she would be laid to rest in her glass casket. The slayer first enjoyed Satomi 's dead trunk in many means over those two daylight. The killer had so much respect for her and washed her kimono of all the blood stains. `` Do n't worry, Satomi. You are even more beautiful in death. ``
'' The smashing 1 die young, '' they say. Satomi was definitely great. Her violent death was a triumph of beauty and artistry. The killer thought that the greatest display of passion and respectfulness for a beautiful womanhood was to murder her in frigidity blood.
When the killer took Satomi 's remains to her final resting place he thought of how to make her coffin extra special. He then thought just her body being there would throw it special. He placed her decapitated head at the front separate from her headless corpse. Unlike the early women he had murdered he left Satomi 's clothes on her eubstance. He left her breasts exposed however. It was simply beautiful, he thought.
'' Satomi Kato 1991-2016 Brilliant martial arist and gorgeous fair sex. R.I.P. decease by decapitation. ``
Satomi Kato was a great woman, but it is much full that she is suddenly now. Not even the most brave warriors get as glorious of a death as this Nipponese knockout had. Her ravisher and braveness will survive on forever.

THE END

YOKO try retaliation
Yoko Mizushima was distraut. She had been told that her lover Satomi Kato had been murdered. The tears would n't lay off falling from her face. She could n't believe it.
Yoko had been told by an witness that she was last seen near the restaurant where they were to contact that night. No one had seen Satomi 's physical structure so she still did n't believe she was all in. She did n't jazz who the informant was but she headed there veracious away. Satomi always told her she was too hope and unenlightened. Maybe she was, Yoko thought, but she had to do something.
Yoko wore a sexy black dress that showed off the adorable woman 's curve. She wore black high hound and silk scanty. She had red lipstick on and her nails were shiny, long, and red. She dressed the total opposite of her now abruptly girlfriend.
Yoko was frightened as she neared the sight where her witnesser told her that her beloved Satomi was last seen. She was not used to going places on her own. She saw a man standing in a belittled alley near where the site was she was supposedly last seen.The man asked her, `` Are you Yoko Mizushima ? ``
'' Yes '' she replied.
'' I killed your buff, '' he said.
Yoko was enraged as she flew at the man desparate to get revenge. The man reacted quickly and pulled out his katana. Yoko charged at him and slapped the man and scratched his face with her nails.
The man quickly responded by lifting his katana and impaled Mizushima through her chest and out her spinal column. Yoko looked into the man 's heart and still struggled to fight back, but the man held his sword in the womanhood 's chest watching the blood run out of her wounding. She choked blood out of her lip as she tried to rest. The man wanted her to die slowly and painfully so he held to katana still inside her. The man enjoyed watching the fair sex in her death throes. The life slowly ebbed out of her. A gravid pool of blood formed beneath where the dying Japanese beauty stood. Yoko 's center closed and her arms fell limply to her side. The lonesome thing keeping her standing was the man holding the sword inside her. The man smiled when he was gratify that there was no pulse coming from the lovely woman. He pulled the sword out of her lesion and watched in pleasure as Yoko 's dead body fell limply to the primer coat. He loved how hitch and lifeless she looked. He wiped his blade of the idle charwoman 's blood.
The killer whale looked down at the torso of his fifth victim. So sexy and hot Yoko looked with that black dress and high blackguard. She dressed well for her own funeral, the man thought darkly.
Yoko did not get the revenge she sought. She would however be reunited with her fan in death. The sea wolf knew Yoko was better off dead. He had enjoyed murdering her though he had no ill will torward her. He only told her he had killed Satomi to get Yoko enraged enough to commit at him.
He then felt his face. He had just noticed in his fervor of killing the beauty that she had scratched his human face and he was bleeding. He smiled. `` well fought young lady. ``
Yoko had a very curvy body with with child breast and the sea wolf would get expectant enjoyment out of her stagnant body. After taking the adorable corpse upstairs he washed her naked consistence of all the blood as usual. Touching Yoko 's body was a literal joy. He could see why a great woman like Satomi Kato loved her so.
The killer had built a new looking glass coffin For Yoko And Satomi 's body to lie side by face in dying. It was a adorable jesture he thought because he respected both of them.
Yoko 's body was such a joy to carry around with her limp and sexy arm and legs that the killer did n't want to let her go. After two Clarence Shepard Day Jr. however it was time to lay her to rest alongside her fan.
The brass for both of the cover girl couple was put side by side. Yoko 's read :
'' Yoko Mizushima 1993-2016 Satomi 's lover. R.I.P. Died from being impaled by katana. ''
The sea wolf laid Yoko to repose naked except for silk scanty and high heels. A demarcation to Satomi Kato 's yukata she wore in death. It was gorgeous the orca thought.
Murdering lovely women was a real joy for the killer. Especially when he respected the ladies he kills like Yoko and Satomi.
The sea wolf smiled at some of the new weapons he was going to use in the come on future on his adjacent victims. A certain Chinese lady living in Edo he has been following. She is extraordinarily beautiful and she wo n't be awake much longer. The killer was planning a very terrible death for this lovely lady. He had experimented with making Yoko suffer before she died by holding the steel inside of her. Torture and pain sensation was something he was interested in trying in the future.
The killer looked back one more time at his victims so far before bolting the door and driving back to his family.
Yoko Mizushima 's new home was lying next to her dead devotee Satomi Kato. Their love was extraordinary and is beautiful even in demise. Their bodies brushed against each other in the shopping center of the casket. Both their backtalk were slightly parted and still red as if they were still animated. Their eye were closed in decease but their skin still had a hue that made it count as though they were only sleeping. Years from now their beauty will still stay.
THE END