My Dying iniquity holy person

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

Please, let me introduce myself. My name is Alexi. I was born in Russia but have
lived in America for many twelvemonth now. Who I was is not important.
My aliveness, in fact, is not of import. And neither is anyone else's.

Who am I now ? Some would say I 'm a orca. A rapist. A cruel hearted bastard.
A sadist. A psycho. And those the great unwashed would be right, it 's true. I am all of those,
and more. But others, the ones I favor, would call me an arist. A genuis.
Just because I actually end biography, and deal beautiful lady friend against their will,
does not make me worse than most men. Everyone has their pale illusion,
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 girls with blue eyes and lowly, child breasts. She was an ebony haired dark faery, with glittering green eyes
and very tripping alabaster 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 weeks, I monitored her
from a distance, all without her knowledge. I knew her shape, her movements.
And now I was ready. I followed her, leaving my car some room away, since I knew
she was on foot tonight, because her Porsche had been in the shop for three days..
fucking rich bitch. She wore a tight red armored combat vehicle top and melanize skinny jeans with inkiness rush,
her long bleak hair left loose down her back. She smelled of roses, just like the funeral
home ...

I grabbed her as she was unlocking her front door, and pushed her inside.
I normally would deliver taken her with me, but convient for me, she lived
even more isolated than me ... no one would take heed her misfortunate screams.

She tried to holler, and as a inborn reflex tried to kick me from behind, but I
was having none of that tonight. I shoved her to the base, laughing as she kicked and yelled.
"Go ahead. Who 's really going to get wind ? Who will wish ? You misfortunate, poor affair ...
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 incarcerate !"She hissed through her teeth, the fighting still in her eyes.

"I doubt that, gripe. Who 's going to call the pig ?"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 font paled, and the debacle 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 daughter, probably not weighing more than than 120 pounds.
What opportunity 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 easier for me. Her mamilla were
bigger than most of my girls, a nice 36C, with tumid pink nipple. I glanced
down and noticed a naval ringing accentuated her wan stomach. On pulse
I leaned down and kissed it. She cringed, of grade.

"Please. Please, just ... take all my money and stuff, and leave. No one
will have it off. Just do n't kill me !"She whispered suddenly, trying to search
innocent. They all said the same pudden-head shit, I thought irritably. I was
already getting exhausted with her. I jerked her trouser down, letting the button
pop out. Again with the kicking and whipping.

Why do they always fight ? They never win. jerky petty sluts ...

I pulled out my pecker, not bothering to discase completely,
and without any lube or stimulation, thrust it inside her plastered clit.

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

She screamed louder and louder, so finally I put my hands around
her gabardine neck and squeezed, silencing her cacophony 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 tight ass cunt of hers, thrusting my unvoiced pecker
in and out of her bush, loving the feel of her against me. I do n't reckon
she was a virgin, but she obviously had n't had often sex. I pounded away
as the life in her eyes faded and dimmed more and Thomas More each second,
her endeavor at self defence becoming futile.

I watched her heart, barely alive, as I bit her nipple as toilsome 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 bitch suffer. I rolled her on her stomach,
sensing she was far too weak to really agitate now. Any tries to do so
would be otiose and useless.

She had a nice ass, round and firm and untouched. The sort 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 boldness hard.
"Nooo ... .."She whimpered as I pushed my tool against the tip of her derriere,
letting it sit there, rubbing against it, before I finally rammed it in
and began pounding her ass. shag, I was going to cum ... .with a few Sir Thomas More
deep penetrating dig, I exploded in her ass, sending frisson of hug drug all down
my body. I laid on top of her, inside her, for a mo, before getting off.

"Do n't obliterate 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 pussycat after I pounded
her ass, so I could strangle her and determine her die as I fucked her, but now ... well now, at least I would get to excruciate her more.

I pushed her on her back again, and pulled out my hunting tongue. I cut off one of her nipples
quickly, and she cried out. I laughed at her and ate it, just to see the construction of revulsion
in her emerald centre. Then I grabbed her haircloth and spit in her face.

"You are nothing. Nothing but a bang small slovenly woman who deserves everything she got this night
and Thomas More. You are lucky- be grateful- because I 'm going to go ahead and kill you."

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

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

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

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

I always get what I want .