SATOMI KATO 'S GLORIOUS dying
Satomi Kato walked through her neighborhood near her planetary house on the evening of the 25 Apr, 2016. Satomi was a young lady who was lofty to be Japanese. She enjoyed her Aikido and Judo course of study. She enjoyed wearing traditonal Nipponese clothing. She loved the culinary artistry of Japan. Satomi had traveled the creation but had always returned to her dear country. At 25 twelvemonth 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 everyday everyday spot. She was going to encounter a friend at a local anesthetic restaurant. It had been a retentive day 's work and was glad to relax.

Satomi 's 'Friend'Yoko, whom she was going to fulfill was actually her lover. Satomi shivered as she thought of Yoko 's soft brim against hers, not to mention her own delicate mouth all over Yoko 's sexy naked body. Satomi beamed as she though of this. After eating tonight she planned on driving her lover wild in bed. They had met in college and already planned on spending the repose of their lives together.
Satomi thought she heard individual moving in a small alleyway as she walked by near the restaurant. `` Who 's there ? '' she shouted.
The answer was a katana being swung at her. Satomi successfully dodged it and went into defence manner. She had difficulty seeing her aggressor however. She grabbed her assailant and sent him to the background. Her attacker caught her off precaution however and swung his katana again as it passed through Satomi 's cervix sending her head tumbling onto the reason. A shower of stock fell to the terra firma and her headless consistence twitched before falling to the concrete with a thud. Her lovely decapitated head rolled to a stop in a huge pocket billiards of blood line. Satomi Kato was dead. Her lover Yoko would never feel Satomi 's indulgent brim on her again.
The killer was exhilerated. This was the most pleasurable kill yet. This woman had been a worthy opponent. He was no less glad Satomi was dead however. He looked in awe as he saw the cover girl young Aikido practitioner 's headless body lying in a puddle of stemma. There would be a big mess to houseclean up but it was worth it. He picked up Satomi 's decapitated heading and closed her eyes. Her sass were parted in dying. `` Thank you Satomi. You were a great opposer. The other girlfriend did n't put up a fight. I am very felicitous to have had the chance to kill you. ``
putting to death Satomi Kato he had. It had been a thrilling, beautiful murder. Her decollate body was so gorgeous it was incredible. She had been a lovely fair sex. Her red death was worthy of her life.
He carried Satomi 's severed head word and body up to his room. He wiped the pin-up Japanese woman 's rip off his sword. He did n't cogitate he would be able-bodied to top this one, the Orcinus orca thought. Killing her was one of the greatest attainment of his life.
Satomi Kato 's life was finished, however there was a swell tribute to her when she would be laid to rest in her Methedrine coffin. The killer first enjoyed Satomi 's suddenly organic structure in many ways over those two days. The killer had so much respect for her and washed her kimono of all the blood stains. `` Do n't concern, Satomi. You are even more beautiful in death. ``
'' The big one die Young, '' they say. Satomi was definitely great. Her violent destruction was a triumph of peach and prowess. The killer thought that the nifty show of love and regard for a beautiful adult female was to murder her in cold blood.
When the killer took Satomi 's remains to her terminal resting place he thought of how to make her coffin additional special. He then thought just her eubstance being there would make it limited. He placed her decapitated headway at the front separate from her headless stiff. Unlike the other women he had murdered he left Satomi 's dress on her consistence. He left her breast exposed however. It was simply beautiful, he thought.
'' Satomi Kato 1991-2016 Brilliant soldierlike arist and gorgeous adult female. R.I.P. last by beheading. ``
Satomi Kato was a great woman, but it is much proficient that she is dead now. Not even the most brave warriors get as glorious of a death as this Japanese mantrap had. Her beauty and courage will live 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 face. She could n't trust it.
Yoko had been told by an witnesser that she was last seen near the restaurant where they were to meet that nighttime. No one had seen Satomi 's body so she still did n't conceive she was dead. She did n't experience who the informant was but she headed there rectify away. Satomi always told her she was too believe and naive. Maybe she was, Yoko thought, but she had to do something.
Yoko wore a sexy black dress that showed off the lovely woman 's curves. She wore nigrify high dog and silk panties. She had red lipstick on and her nails were shiny, long, and red. She dressed the total reverse of her now abruptly girlfriend.
Yoko was frightened as she neared the sight where her informant told her that her honey Satomi was last seen. She was not used to going places on her own. She saw a man standing in a small-scale alley near where the site was she was supposedly in conclusion seen.The man asked her, `` Are you Yoko Mizushima ? ``
'' Yes '' she replied.
'' I killed your devotee, '' 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 cheek with her nails.
The man quickly responded by lifting his katana and impaled Mizushima through her bureau and out her back. Yoko looked into the man 's eyes and still struggled to fight back, but the man held his sword in the cleaning woman 's chest watching the blood run out of her wounding. She choked blood out of her sass as she tried to breathe. The man wanted her to die slowly and painfully so he held to katana still inside her. The man enjoyed watching the fair sex in her death throes. The animation slowly ebbed out of her. A bombastic consortium of blood formed beneath where the dying Japanese dish stood. Yoko 's eye closed and her munition fell limply to her side. The only when thing keeping her standing was the man holding the sword inside her. The man smiled when he was satisfied that there was no pulse coming from the pin-up woman. He pulled the sword out of her wound and watched in pleasure as Yoko 's body fell limply to the ground. He loved how limp and lifeless she looked. He wiped his brand of the dead char 's blood.
The killer looked down at the consistence of his fifth victim. So aphrodisiac and hot Yoko looked with that black frock and high school heels. 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 fan in death. The killer knew Yoko was better 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 up at him.
He then felt his side. He had just noticed in his fervour of killing the lulu that she had scratched his side and he was bleeding. He smiled. `` wellspring fought new lady. ``
Yoko had a very bosomy body with vauntingly knocker and the killer would get great enjoyment out of her all in body. After taking the lovely cadaver upstairs he washed her nude body of all the descent as usual. Touching Yoko 's consistency was a rattling joy. He could see why a swell charwoman like Satomi Kato loved her so.
The grampus had built a new field glass coffin For Yoko And Satomi 's soundbox to lie face by face in death. It was a adorable jesture he thought because he respected both of them.
Yoko 's consistence was such a joy to carry around with her limp and sexy arms and stage that the orca did n't want to let her go. After two Clarence Day however it was time to lay her to rest alongside her lover.
The memorial tablet for both of the lovely twain was put side by side. Yoko 's read :
'' Yoko Mizushima 1993-2016 Satomi 's lover. R.I.P. Died from being impaled by katana. ''
The sea wolf laid Yoko to rest naked except for silk panties and high-pitched heel. A dividing line to Satomi Kato 's yukata she wore in death. It was gorgeous the slayer thought.
Murdering lovely womanhood was a genuine joy for the cause of death. Especially when he respected the ladies he kills like Yoko and Satomi.
The grampus smiled at some of the new weapons he was going to use in the near future on his following dupe. A certain Chinese lady bread and butter in Tokyo he has been following. She is extraordinarily beautiful and she wo n't be live much longer. The killer was planning a very painful death for this adorable lady. He had experimented with making Yoko suffer before she died by holding the sword inside of her. anguish and pain was something he was matter to in trying in the hereafter.
The killer looked back one more meter at his victim so far before bolting the room access and driving back to his home.
Yoko Mizushima 's new habitation was lying following to her drained lover Satomi Kato. Their passion was over-the-top and is beautiful even in death. Their body brushed against each other in the substance of the coffin. Both their sassing were slightly parted and still red as if they were still alive. Their oculus were closed in dying but their cutis still had a hue that made it look as though they were only sleeping. Years from now their beauty will still stay on.
THE END