SATOMI KATO 'S GLORIOUS DEATH
Satomi Kato walked through her neighborhood near her star sign on the evening of the 25 April, 2016. Satomi was a unseasoned lady who was proud to be Japanese. She enjoyed her Aikido and Judo classes. She enjoyed wearing traditonal Japanese clothing. She loved the culinary arts of Japan. Satomi had traveled the world but had always returned to her beloved country. At 25 old age old she had experienced a lot but still enjoyed her own country 's culture.
Satomi was walking that evening around 8 PM wearing her pinko yukata. She loved wearing yukata even in free-and-easy everyday situation. She was going to meet a friend at a local restaurant. It had been a prospicient day 's work and was glad to relax.

Satomi 's 'Friend'Yoko, whom she was going to meet was actually her fan. Satomi shivered as she thought of Yoko 's soft mouth against hers, not to mention her own cushy brim all over Yoko 's sexy naked torso. Satomi beamed as she though of this. After eating tonight she planned on driving her fan wild in bed. They had met in college and already planned on spending the residuum of their lives together.
Satomi thought she heard person moving in a minuscule alley as she walked by near the eating house. `` Who 's there ? '' she shouted.
The answer was a katana being swung at her. Satomi successfully dodged it and went into defence mode. She had difficulty seeing her aggressor however. She grabbed her assailant and sent him to the ground. Her attacker caught her off guard however and swung his katana again as it passed through Satomi 's neck sending her head tumbling onto the primer. A rain shower of line fell to the footing and her headless body twitched before falling to the concrete with a thud. Her lovely decapitated headway rolled to a stop in a huge pool of blood. Satomi Kato was dead. Her fan Yoko would never feel Satomi 's soft lip on her again.
The Orcinus orca was exhilerated. This was the most gratifying kill yet. This woman had been a worthy adversary. He was no less sword lily Satomi was dead however. He looked in awe as he saw the pin-up young Aikido practitioner 's headless body lying in a pool of ancestry. There would be a big mess to clean up but it was Worth it. He picked up Satomi 's decapitated head and closed her optic. Her lips were parted in destruction. `` Thank you Satomi. You were a great adversary. The other girls did n't put up a engagement. I am very glad to have had the chance to drink down you. ``
Kill Satomi Kato he had. It had been a thrilling, beautiful murder. Her beheaded consistence was so gorgeous it was unbelievable. She had been a pin-up woman. Her crimson last was worthy of her life.
He carried Satomi 's severed head and dead body up to his elbow room. He wiped the lovely Japanese char 's blood off his sword. He did n't think he would be able to top this one, the orca thought. Killing her was one of the big attainment of his life.
Satomi Kato 's lifetime was finished, however there was a great tribute to her when she would be laid to rest in her drinking glass casket. The cause of death first enjoyed Satomi 's absolutely body in many way of life over those two daylight. The killer had so much deference for her and washed her kimono of all the blood stains. `` Do n't vex, Satomi. You are even more beautiful in dying. ``
'' The cracking ones die young, '' they say. Satomi was definitely great. Her fierce death was a triumph of beauty and prowess. The killer thought that the groovy show of making love and respect for a beautiful fair sex was to murder her in stale blood.
When the killer took Satomi 's remains to her final resting place he thought of how to create her casket additional limited. He then thought just her physical structure being there would make it extra. He placed her decollate top dog at the front end part from her headless remains. Unlike the other 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 woman. R.I.P. Death by decapitation. ``
Satomi Kato was a with child woman, but it is much better that she is dead now. Not even the most braw warriors get as glorious of a last as this Japanese beauty had. Her beauty and braveness will go on forever.

THE END

YOKO TRIES retaliation
Yoko Mizushima was distraut. She had been told that her lover Satomi Kato had been murdered. The tears would n't stop falling from her cheek. She could n't believe it.
Yoko had been told by an source that she was last seen near the restaurant where they were to play that night. No one had seen Satomi 's dead body so she still did n't believe she was dead. She did n't get laid who the informant was but she headed there right away. Satomi always told her she was too trusting and uninitiated. Maybe she was, Yoko thought, but she had to do something.
Yoko wore a sexy pitch-black attire that showed off the lovely woman 's breaking ball. She wore black high heels and silk step-in. She had red lipstick on and her nails were shiny, longsighted, and red. She dressed the aggregate opponent of her now dead girlfriend.
Yoko was frightened as she neared the mickle where her informant told her that her dear Satomi was terminal seen. She was not used to going places on her own. She saw a man standing in a low 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 lover, '' he said.
Yoko was enraged as she flew at the man desparate to get retaliation. 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 dresser and out her rear. Yoko looked into the man 's eyes and still struggled to press back, but the man held his sword in the womanhood 's bureau watching the stemma run out of her wound. She choked blood out of her mouth as she tried to suspire. The man wanted her to die slowly and painfully so he held to katana still inside her. The man enjoyed watching the woman in her death throes. The life sentence slowly ebbed out of her. A large kitty of origin formed beneath where the dying Japanese looker stood. Yoko 's eyes closed and her weapons system fell limply to her side of meat. The only thing keeping her standing was the man holding the sword inside her. The man smiled when he was fill that there was no pulse coming from the lovely woman. He pulled the sword out of her wound and watched in delectation as Yoko 's consistence fell limply to the priming. He loved how hobble and lifeless she looked. He wiped his brand of the abruptly charwoman 's blood.
The killer looked down at the body of his one-fifth dupe. So aphrodisiac and hot Yoko looked with that black dress and high cad. 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 lover in death. The killer knew Yoko was salutary 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 charge at him.
He then felt his face. He had just noticed in his agitation of killing the dish that she had scratched his side and he was bleeding. He smiled. `` wellspring fought untested lady. ``
Yoko had a very sonsy body with heavy chest and the grampus would get smashing enjoyment out of her drained soundbox. After taking the lovely corpse upstairs he washed her naked body of all the stock as common. Touching Yoko 's body was a real joy. He could see why a great cleaning lady like Satomi Kato loved her so.
The grampus had built a new glass casket For Yoko And Satomi 's dead body to lie side of meat by side in last. It was a lovely jesture he thought because he respected both of them.
Yoko 's soundbox was such a joy to persuade around with her hitch and sexy coat of arms and stage that the killer whale did n't want to let her go. After two days however it was meter to lay her to rest alongside her buff.
The plaques for both of the lovely dyad was put side by side. Yoko 's read :
'' Yoko Mizushima 1993-2016 Satomi 's buff. R.I.P. Died from being impaled by katana. ''
The killer laid Yoko to rest raw except for silk pantie and high heels. A contrast to Satomi Kato 's yukata she wore in death. It was gorgeous the killer thought.
Murdering lovely womanhood was a real joy for the sea wolf. Especially when he respected the lady he kills like Yoko and Satomi.
The killer smiled at some of the new weapon he was going to use in the near future on his next victims. A sealed Chinese dame sustenance in Tokyo he has been following. She is extraordinarily beautiful and she wo n't be alive much longer. The killer was planning a very irritating death for this endearing lady. He had experimented with making Yoko suffer before she died by holding the sword inside of her. agony and annoyance was something he was concerned in trying in the future.
The slayer looked back one Sir Thomas More metre at his victim so far before bolting the doorway and driving back to his menage.
Yoko Mizushima 's new home plate was lying side by side to her perfectly devotee Satomi Kato. Their erotic love was extraordinary and is beautiful even in death. Their dead body brushed against each former in the middle of the coffin. Both their lips were slightly parted and still red as if they were still alive. Their eyes were closed in demise but their skin still had a hue that made it take care as though they were only sleeping. years from now their beauty will still remain.
THE END