My Dying shadow Angel Falls

I do n't recall 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 introduce myself. My name is Alexi. I was born in Russia but have
lived in the States for many old age now. Who I was is not significant.
My life, in fact, is not important. And neither is anyone else's.

Who am I now ? Some would say I 'm a grampus. A rapist. A cruel hearted bastard.
A sadist. A psycho. And those masses would be right, it 's genuine. I am all of those,
and more than. But others, the ones I favor, would predict me an arist. A genuis.
Just because I actually end animation, and take beautiful missy against their will,
does not make me risky than about men. Everyone has their sick fantasies,
I just prefer mine to be satisfied.

Tonight, they were.

She was n't quite like the miss I usually captured- I generally prefer blonde miss with blue optic and small, shaver bosom. She was an ebony haired iniquity poove, with glittering jet eyes
and very unhorse alabaster skin. I do n't know why, but she appealed to me deeply
and I knew I just had to get 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 figure, her movements.
And now I was ready. I followed her, leaving my car some elbow room away, since I knew
she was on foot tonight, because her Porsche had been in the workshop for three days..
fucking rich beef. She wore a close red armored combat vehicle top and Black person skinny jeans with black boots,
her long inglorious hair left easy down her vertebral column. She smelled of rose, just like the funeral
home ...

I grabbed her as she was unlocking her front end 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 discover her misfortunate screams.

She tried to scream, and as a inborn reflex tried to sound off me from behind, but I
was having none of that tonight. I shoved her to the level, laughing as she kicked and yelled.
"Go ahead. Who 's really going to take heed ? Who will care ? You pathetic, poor thing ...
I bet you never thought this would happen to you."No one ever does, you know.
They all think offense happens to other girls, not themselves.

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

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

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

I am tall. I am heavy. I am built. She 's just a fille, probably not weighing Sir Thomas More than 120 pounds.
What probability did she ever have got ? Against me ? Against any man ? I held
both her arms with one of mine, and used the other to tear off her shirt. She
was n't wearing a bra, which just made things easygoing for me. Her tits were
full-grown than to the highest degree of my girls, a nice 36C, with puffy pinko mamilla. I glanced
down and noticed a naval ringing accentuated her pale abdomen. On impulse
I leaned down and kissed it. She cringed, of class.

"Please. Please, just ... take all my money and poppycock, and leave. No one
will know. Just do n't shoot down me !"She whispered suddenly, trying to take care
innocent. They all said the same dolt shit, I thought irritably. I was
already getting exhausted with her. I jerked her pant down, letting the button
pop out. Again with the kicking and trouncing.

Why do they always fight ? They never win. Foolish niggling trollop ...

I pulled out my putz, not bothering to undress completely,
and without any lubricator or foreplay, thrust it inside her tight clit.

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

She screamed louder and louder, so finally I put my workforce around
her White neck and squeezed, silencing her cacophony of screeches.
I got enough screaming and bitching back when I was married,
damn if I wanted to get a line too a good deal of it these days.

I kept choking her as I fucked that slopped ass cunt of hers, thrusting my arduous cock
in and out of her bush, loving the feel of her against me. I do n't think
she was a Virgin, but she obviously had n't had a lot sex. I pounded away
as the life in her eyes faded and dimmed more and more each second,
her effort at self defense becoming futile.

I watched her eyes, barely live, 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 slight, let the bitch suffer. I rolled her on her stomach,
sensing she was far too weak to really fight now. Any effort to do so
would be futile and useless.

She had a nice ass, round and firm and untasted. The form of ass
every man wants to stupefy his dick into someday. I kissed down her spur
and to her ass, licking it to lube it up some, squeezing her ass cheeks hard.
"Nooo ... .."She whimpered as I pushed my dick against the tip of her tooshie,
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 Sir Thomas More
deep penetrating slams, I exploded in her ass, sending thrill of Adam all down
my consistence. I laid on top of her, inside her, for a second, before getting off.

"Do n't 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 snatch 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 tit
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 spit in her face.

"You are cipher. Nothing but a fucking slight slut who deserves everything she got this night
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 expert to clean up any vestige of DNA and just
make it seem like she packed up and left. I 'm surely I wo n't be caught- I never am.

Now, I 'm just driving menage, but I already know the perfective tense missy 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 .