My Dying Dark Angel

I do n't retrieve she had a cue what was coming.
I doubt it ever even crossed her judgment that I was following her.
pudding head cunt.

Please, let me introduce myself. My name is Alexi. I was born in Russian Federation but have
lived in United States for many twelvemonth now. Who I was is not important.
My life sentence, in fact, is not authoritative. 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 the great unwashed would be right, it 's dependable. I am all of those,
and more. But others, the single I favor, would call me an arist. A genuis.
Just because I actually end sprightliness, and take beautiful girls against their will,
does not stimulate me worse than almost men. Everyone has their macabre 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 light-haired girls with blue eyes and small, fry breasts. She was an ebony haired night fairy, with glittering Green River center
and very light alabaster skin. I do n't jazz 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 patterns, her movements.
And now I was ready. I followed her, leaving my car some means away, since I knew
she was on substructure tonight, because her Porsche had been in the shop for three days..
fucking rich bitch. She wore a pissed red tank top and smuggled skinny blue jean with Shirley Temple Black boots,
her yearn Shirley Temple hair left light down her back. She smelled of blush wine, just like the funeral
household ...

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

She tried to cry, and as a reflex action tried to kick back 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 hear ? Who will care ? You poor, poor affair ...
I bet you never thought this would hap to you."No one ever does, you know.
They all think crime happens to other young woman, not themselves.

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

"I doubt that, bitch. Who 's going to call 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 face paled, and the debacle got more violent.
She was struggling, trying so fucking hard to get loose, out of my unassailable arms.

I am magniloquent. I am fleshy. I am built. She 's just a young lady, probably not weighing to a greater extent than 120 pounds.
What chance did she ever ingest ? Against me ? Against any man ? I held
both her blazon with one of mine, and used the former to tear off her shirt. She
was n't wearing a bra, which just made things gentle for me. Her teat were
bigger than near of my miss, a nice 36C, with tumid garden pink mammilla. I glanced
down and noticed a naval ring accentuated her pale stomach. On impulse
I leaned down and kissed it. She cringed, of line.

"Please. Please, just ... take all my money and stuff, and leave. No one
will love. Just do n't kill me !"She whispered suddenly, trying to look
innocent. They all said the Lapplander stupid shit, I thought irritably. I was
already getting exhausted with her. I jerked her gasp down, letting the button
pop out. Again with the kicking and whacking.

Why do they always fight ? They never win. dopy small sluts ...

I pulled out my dick, not bothering to disinvest completely,
and without any lube or stimulation, thrust it inside her tight clit.

God it felt good ... it had been a patch, I realized. Really should n't let myself
go so long without gratification. Not intelligent, 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,
red cent if I wanted to hear too often 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 pubic hair, loving the feel of her against me. I do n't remember
she was a virgin, but she obviously had n't had much sex. I pounded away
as the life in her centre faded and dimmed to a greater extent and more than each second,
her effort at self defense becoming futile.

I watched her oculus, barely alive, as I bit her nipple as laborious 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 cunt suffer. I rolled her on her tummy,
sensing she was far too weak to really fight now. Any tries to do so
would be futile and useless.

She had a squeamish ass, round and business firm and untasted. The kind of ass
every man wants to stick his hawkshaw into someday. I kissed down her spine
and to her ass, licking it to lube it up some, squeezing her ass face hard.
"Nooo ... .."She whimpered as I pushed my dick against the tip of her bottom,
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
abstruse penetrating shaft, I exploded in her ass, sending shudders of Adam 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 pussy after I pounded
her ass, so I could strangle her and watch 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 nipple
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 fuzz and spit in her face.

"You are null. Nothing but a get laid little slut who deserves everything she got this evening
and more. You are lucky- be grateful- because I 'm going to go ahead and vote out you."

With that, I cut the bitch '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 houseclean up any traces of DNA and just
make it seem like she packed up and left. I 'm sure enough I wo n't be caught- I never am.

Now, I 'm just driving home, but I already know the perfective tense girl to be my next
victim.

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

I always get what I want .