My Dying iniquity Angel

I do n't call back she had a clew what was coming.
I doubt it ever even crossed her mind that I was following her.
pudden-head cunt.

Please, let me infix myself. My public figure is Alexi. I was born in Russia but have
lived in the States for many years now. Who I was is not important.
My life-time, 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 psycho. And those people would be right, it 's straight. I am all of those,
and Thomas More. But others, the ones I favor, would visit me an arist. A genuis.
Just because I actually end liveliness, and take beautiful girls against their will,
does not produce me regretful than most men. Everyone has their honk fantasies,
I just prefer mine to be satisfied.

Tonight, they were.

She was n't quite like the girls I usually captured- I generally prefer blond girls with racy optic and small, nestling breast. She was an sable haired dismal faggot, with glittering greenness centre
and very light Mexican onyx skin. I do n't know why, but she appealed to me deeply
and I knew I just had to take in her.

I saw her first at Starbucks, and I followed her household. For two hebdomad, I monitored her
from a aloofness, all without her knowledge. I knew her pattern, her movements.
And now I was set 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 store for three days..
fucking deep bitch. She wore a pie-eyed red tank car top and black skinny jeans with dark boots,
her long melanize hair's-breadth left loose down her cover. She smelled of rosiness, just like the funeral
home ...

I grabbed her as she was unlocking her forepart threshold, 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 learn 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 hear ? Who will care ? You poor, misfortunate thing ...
I bet you never thought this would happen to you."No one ever does, you know.
They all think crime happens to early young woman, not themselves.

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

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

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

I am tall. I am grave. I am built. She 's just a lady friend, probably not weighing more than 120 pounds.
What fortune did she ever have ? Against me ? Against any man ? I held
both her arms with one of mine, and used the other to bust off her shirt. She
was n't wearing a bra, which just made things leisurely for me. Her tits were
swelled than most of my girlfriend, a nice 36C, with puffy pink nipples. I glanced
down and noticed a naval ring accentuated her pale stomach. On impulse
I leaned down and kissed it. She cringed, of course of instruction.

"Please. Please, just ... take all my money and material, and leave. No one
will know. Just do n't kill me !"She whispered suddenly, trying to attend
innocent. They all said the Lapplander stupefied diddly-shit, I thought irritably. I was
already getting exhausted with her. I jerked her pants down, letting the button
pop out. Again with the boot and drubbing.

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

I pulled out my dick, not bothering to undress completely,
and without any lubricant or foreplay, thrust it inside her rigorous clit.

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

She screamed louder and louder, so finally I put my work force around
her Stanford White neck and squeezed, silencing her cacophony of screeches.
I got enough screaming and bitching back when I was married,
hoot if I wanted to pick up too much of it these days.

I kept choking her as I fucked that tight ass cunt of hers, thrusting my hard pecker
in and out of her bush, loving the look of her against me. I do n't think
she was a Virgo the Virgin, but she obviously had n't had much sex. I pounded away
as the life in her eyes faded and dimmed more and Thomas More each second,
her attempts at self defense becoming futile.

I watched her eyes, barely live, as I bit her nipple as backbreaking as I could,
pleased at the line of descent which oozed out. I let go of her neck- I like
to extend it a picayune, let the bitch suffer. I rolled her on her stomach,
sensing she was far too sapless to really crusade now. Any try to do so
would be futile and useless.

She had a prissy ass, unit of ammunition and firm and uninfluenced. The kind 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 cheeks hard.
"Nooo ... .."She whimpered as I pushed my cock against the tip of her stub,
letting it sit there, rubbing against it, before I finally rammed it in
and began pounding her ass. nooky, I was going to cum ... .with a few more than
trench penetrating dig, I exploded in her ass, sending quiver of hug drug all down
my torso. I laid on top of her, inside her, for a present moment, before getting off.

"Do n't toss off 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 cunt after I pounded
her ass, so I could halter her and watch her die as I fucked her, but now ... well now, at least I would get to rack her more.

I pushed her on her back again, and pulled out my hunting knife. I cut off one of her teat
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 whisker and spit in her face.

"You are nothing. nix but a make out piffling hussy who deserves everything she got this evening
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 crimson leaked out into
my mouth.

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

Now, I 'm just driving home plate, but I already know the staring fille to be my next
victim.

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

I always get what I want .