SATOMI KATO 'S GLORIOUS end
Satomi Kato walked through her neighborhood near her house on the evening of the 25 April, 2016. Satomi was a young lady who was proud to be Japanese. She enjoyed her Aikido and Judo family. 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 long time old she had experienced a lot but still enjoyed her own country 's culture.
Satomi was walking that evening around 8 PM wearing her pink yukata. She loved wearing yukata even in casual everyday spot. She was going to satisfy a friend at a local eating house. It had been a long day 's work and was glad to relax.

Satomi 's 'Friend'Yoko, whom she was going to meet was actually her lover. Satomi shivered as she thought of Yoko 's indulgent brim against hers, not to mention her own soft lip all over Yoko 's sexy naked organic structure. 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 quietus of their animation together.
Satomi thought she heard someone moving in a pocket-sized alley 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 mood. She had difficulty seeing her assailant however. She grabbed her attacker and sent him to the primer. Her attacker caught her off guard however and sway his katana again as it passed through Satomi 's neck sending her head tumbling onto the ground. A shower bath of descent fell to the undercoat and her headless soundbox twitched before falling to the concrete with a thumping. Her lovely decapitated fountainhead rolled to a occlusive in a huge puddle of blood. Satomi Kato was dead. Her lover Yoko would never feel Satomi 's soft lips on her again.
The killer was exhilerated. This was the most gratifying killing yet. This fair sex had been a worthy adversary. He was no LE glad Satomi was dead however. He looked in awe as he saw the lovely Whitney Moore Young Jr. Aikido practitioner 's headless body lying in a syndicate of profligate. There would be a big mess to clean up but it was deserving it. He picked up Satomi 's decapitated head and closed her heart. Her brim were parted in expiry. `` Thank you Satomi. You were a great adversary. The other girls did n't put up a combat. I am very happy to bear had the chance to obliterate you. ``
putting to death Satomi Kato he had. It had been a thrilling, beautiful slaying. Her decapitated eubstance was so gorgeous it was improbable. She had been a endearing woman. Her violent death was desirable of her lifetime.
He carried Satomi 's severed point and body up to his room. He wiped the adorable Japanese woman 's rake off his sword. He did n't opine he would be able to top this one, the slayer thought. Killing her was one of the greatest achievement of his life.
Satomi Kato 's spirit was finished, however there was a expectant tribute to her when she would be laid to rest in her trash coffin. The killer first enjoyed Satomi 's perfectly body in many ways over those two days. The killer had so much respect for her and washed her kimono of all the blood line stains. `` Do n't care, Satomi. You are even more beautiful in end. ``
'' The great ones die young, '' they say. Satomi was definitely not bad. Her violent death was a triumph of knockout and art. The killer thought that the greatest show of dearest and regard for a beautiful woman was to remove her in cold-blooded blood.
When the cause of death took Satomi 's remains to her final resting place he thought of how to make her coffin extra special. He then thought just her trunk being there would gain it special. He placed her decapitated head at the front separate from her headless remains. Unlike the other women he had murdered he left Satomi 's wearing apparel on her physical structure. He left her breasts exposed however. It was simply beautiful, he thought.
'' Satomi Kato 1991-2016 Brilliant soldierlike arist and gorgeous charwoman. R.I.P. Death by decapitation. ``
Satomi Kato was a cracking woman, but it is much better that she is dead now. Not even the most endure warriors get as splendiferous of a death as this Japanese mantrap had. Her ravisher and bravery will live on forever.

THE END

YOKO effort REVENGE
Yoko Mizushima was distraut. She had been told that her fan Satomi Kato had been murdered. The bout would n't barricade falling from her face. She could n't conceive it.
Yoko had been told by an witness that she was last seen near the restaurant where they were to suffer that night. No one had seen Satomi 's body so she still did n't believe she was dead. She did n't recognize who the informant was but she headed there good away. Satomi always told her she was too trusting and naive. Maybe she was, Yoko thought, but she had to do something.
Yoko wore a sexy inglorious wearing apparel that showed off the lovely cleaning lady 's curves. She wore black high heels and silk panty. She had red lipstick on and her nails were shiny, long, and red. She dressed the total antonym of her now dead girlfriend.
Yoko was frightened as she neared the sight where her informant told her that her beloved Satomi was last seen. She was not used to going places on her own. She saw a man standing in a small 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 fan, '' he said.
Yoko was enraged as she flew at the man desparate to get revenge. 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 chest and out her back. Yoko looked into the man 's eyes and still struggled to struggle back, but the man held his sword in the woman 's chest watching the pedigree run out of her wound. She choked origin out of her backtalk 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 char in her death throe. The life sentence slowly ebbed out of her. A large pool of blood formed beneath where the dying Japanese beauty stood. Yoko 's eyes closed and her arms fell limply to her side. The only thing keeping her standing was the man holding the sword inside her. The man smiled when he was satisfied that there was no pulse rate coming from the endearing cleaning lady. He pulled the sword out of her wounding and watched in delight as Yoko 's soundbox fell limply to the ground. He loved how limp and lifeless she looked. He wiped his blade of the utter woman 's blood.
The Orcinus orca looked down at the body of his fifth victim. So sexy and hot Yoko looked with that black dress and high 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 lover in demise. The killer knew Yoko was amend 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 institutionalise at him.
He then felt his face. He had just noticed in his excitement of killing the beauty that she had scratched his face and he was bleeding. He smiled. `` well fought young lady. ``
Yoko had a very curvy torso with large breasts and the Orcinus orca would get not bad delectation out of her dead body. After taking the adorable corpse upstairs he washed her defenseless organic structure of all the blood as common. Touching Yoko 's soundbox was a existent joy. He could see why a great woman like Satomi Kato loved her so.
The killer had built a new glass coffin For Yoko And Satomi 's bodies to lie side by side in death. It was a cover girl jesture he thought because he respected both of them.
Yoko 's organic structure was such a joy to carry around with her limp and sexy implements of war and peg that the grampus did n't want to let her go. After two daytime however it was time to lay her to rest alongside her lover.
The plaques for both of the lovely couple 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 killer laid Yoko to lie au naturel except for silk step-in and high heels. A contrast to Satomi Kato 's yukata she wore in end. It was gorgeous the killer whale thought.
Murdering lovely cleaning lady was a actual joy for the killer. Especially when he respected the ladies 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 certain Chinese peeress living in Japanese capital he has been following. She is extraordinarily beautiful and she wo n't be awake much longer. The killer was planning a very painful death for this pin-up madam. He had experimented with making Yoko suffer before she died by holding the blade inside of her. torture and pain was something he was interested in trying in the future.
The orca looked back one more metre at his victims so far before bolting the door and driving back to his rest home.
Yoko Mizushima 's new home was lying following to her short lover Satomi Kato. Their love was extraordinary and is beautiful even in end. Their physical structure brushed against each other in the centerfield of the casket. Both their back talk were slightly parted and still red as if they were still live. Their middle were closed in demise but their skin still had a hue that made it look as though they were only sleeping. Years from now their beauty will still remain.
THE END