My Dying Dark Angel

I do n't suppose 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 stick in myself. My gens is Alexi. I was born in Soviet Russia but have
lived in U.S.A. for many year now. Who I was is not of import.
My life story, in fact, is not important. 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 psychotic. And those people would be right, it 's true. I am all of those,
and Thomas More. But others, the ones I favor, would call me an arist. A genuis.
Just because I actually end aliveness, and take beautiful lady friend against their will,
does not earn me tough than most men. Everyone has their sick fantasies,
I just prefer mine to be satisfied.

Tonight, they were.

She was n't quite like the lady friend I usually captured- I generally prefer blonde girls with blue optic and pocket-size, tiddler breasts. She was an ebony haired dour fairy, with glittering K eyes
and very ignite alabaster skin. I do n't have a go at it 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 household. For two weeks, I monitored her
from a space, all without her knowledge. I knew her practice, her movements.
And now I was gear up. I followed her, leaving my car some ways away, since I knew
she was on foot tonight, because her Porsche had been in the shop for three days..
fucking rich cunt. She wore a fast red tank car top and pitch-black skinny jeans with black boots,
her long black tomentum left loose down her dorsum. She smelled of roses, just like the funeral
house ...

I grabbed her as she was unlocking her front threshold, and pushed her inside.
I normally would stimulate taken her with me, but convient for me, she lived
even more marooned than me ... no one would hear her pathetic screams.

She tried to scream, and as a reflex action 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 try ? Who will deal ? You poor, piteous thing ...
I bet you never thought this would happen to you."No one ever does, you know.
They all think offense happens to early young lady, not themselves.

"You 'll go to jail !"She hissed through her dentition, the fight still in her eyes.

"I doubt that, cunt. Who 's going to call the fuzz ?"I asked, leering at her.

Seeing that she was struggling for an resolution, I leaned close to her ear and whispered
into it :"You are going to die tonight."Her font paled, and the thrashing got more violent.
She was struggling, trying so fucking hard to get give up, out of my solid arms.

I am marvelous. I am weighed down. I am built. She 's just a girl, probably not weighing more than 120 pounds.
What prospect did she ever induce ? Against me ? Against any man ? I held
both her arms with one of mine, and used the other to pull off her shirt. She
was n't wearing a bra, which just made things easier for me. Her nipple were
bigger than most of my female child, a nice 36C, with puffy pink nipples. I glanced
down and noticed a naval ring accentuated her blench 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 know. Just do n't vote out me !"She whispered suddenly, trying to await
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 push button
pop out. Again with the kicking and thrashing.

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

I pulled out my dick, not bothering to undress completely,
and without any lubricating substance or arousal, thrust it inside her pissed clit.

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

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

I kept choking her as I fucked that soaked ass cunt of hers, thrusting my hard cock
in and out of her bush, loving the feel of her against me. I do n't recollect
she was a Virgo the Virgin, but she obviously had n't had much sex. I pounded away
as the life in her center faded and dimmed more and more each second,
her attempts at self DoD becoming futile.

I watched her eyes, barely animated, as I bit her nipple 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 gripe suffer. I rolled her on her breadbasket,
sensing she was far too rickety to really push now. Any tries to do so
would be futile and useless.

She had a dainty ass, unit of ammunition and firm and unswayed. The variety of ass
every man wants to adhere his hawkshaw 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 hawkshaw against the tip of her butt,
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 slams, I exploded in her ass, sending chill of go all down
my body. I laid on top of her, inside her, for a minute, before getting off.

"Do n't belt down 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 strangle her and check 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 mamilla
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 expectoration in her face.

"You are nada. zippo but a have a go at it little slut who deserves everything she got tonight
and more. You are lucky- be grateful- because I 'm going to go ahead and kill you."

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

Later, I disposed of the body, and did my best to pick up any traces 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 utter fille 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 .