My Dying Dark backer

I do n't think she had a clue what was coming.
I doubt it ever even crossed her brain that I was following her.
Stupid cunt.

Please, let me enter myself. My figure is Alexi. I was born in Soviet Russia but have
lived in U.S. for many years now. Who I was is not important.
My life, in fact, is not important. And neither is anyone else's.

Who am I now ? Some would say I 'm a sea wolf. A rapist. A cruel hearted bastard.
A sadist. A psychotic person. And those multitude would be right, it 's admittedly. I am all of those,
and Thomas More. But others, the ace I favor, would promise me an arist. A genuis.
Just because I actually end life sentence, and choose beautiful girls against their will,
does not make me spoilt than virtually men. Everyone has their sick of fantasy,
I just prefer mine to be satisfied.

Tonight, they were.

She was n't quite like the girl I usually captured- I generally prefer blonde girls with blue eyes and small, child breasts. She was an ebony haired glowering fagot, with glittering super C eyes
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 have her.

I saw her first at Starbucks, and I followed her home. For two calendar week, 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 direction away, since I knew
she was on substructure tonight, because her Porsche had been in the shop for three days..
fucking copious beef. She wore a tight red tank top and grim skinny dungaree with black boots,
her long Black person hair left on the loose down her cover. She smelled of roses, just like the funeral
rest home ...

I grabbed her as she was unlocking her front doorway, and pushed her inside.
I normally would throw taken her with me, but convient for me, she lived
even more isolated than me ... no one would hear her pathetic screams.

She tried to shout out, and as a reflex tried to kick me from behind, but I
was having none of that tonight. I shoved her to the flooring, laughing as she kicked and yelled.
"Go ahead. Who 's really going to listen ? Who will care ? You poor, poor thing ...
I bet you never thought this would happen to you."No one ever does, you know.
They all think criminal offense happens to other young woman, not themselves.

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

"I doubt that, kick. Who 's going to forebode the cop ?"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 cheek paled, and the slaughter got more violent.
She was struggling, trying so fucking hard to get free, out of my firm arms.

I am magniloquent. I am great. I am built. She 's just a girl, probably not weighing more than 120 pounds.
What chance did she ever have ? Against me ? Against any man ? I held
both her sleeve with one of mine, and used the former to buck off her shirt. She
was n't wearing a bra, which just made thing well-heeled for me. Her tits were
heavy than most of my girls, a overnice 36C, with turgid pink nipple. I glanced
down and noticed a naval annulus accentuated her pale stomach. On caprice
I leaned down and kissed it. She cringed, of course.

"Please. Please, just ... take all my money and stuff, and leave. No one
will know. Just do n't kill me !"She whispered suddenly, trying to look
innocent. They all said the same stupid red cent, 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 walloping.

Why do they always fight ? They never win. dopey slight sluts ...

I pulled out my gumshoe, not bothering to undress completely,
and without any lubricating substance 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 atonement. Not sizable, you know.

She screamed louder and louder, so finally I put my hand around
her Patrick Victor Martindale White neck and squeezed, silencing her din of screeches.
I got enough screaming and bitching back when I was married,
damn if I wanted to try too a great deal of it these days.

I kept choking her as I fucked that soused ass cunt of hers, thrusting my heavy dick
in and out of her crotch hair, loving the tactile property of her against me. I do n't remember
she was a Virgo, but she obviously had n't had practically sex. I pounded away
as the life in her centre faded and dimmed to a greater extent and more each sec,
her endeavour at self defense becoming futile.

I watched her optic, barely alive, as I bit her teat as hard as I could,
pleased at the blood which oozed out. I let go of her neck- I like
to prolong it a trivial, let the gripe suffer. I rolled her on her tummy,
sensing she was far too weak to really struggle now. Any tries to do so
would be ineffectual and useless.

She had a nice ass, circle and firm and untouched. The kind of ass
every man wants to pose his dick into someday. I kissed down her spikelet
and to her ass, licking it to lubricate it up some, squeezing her ass impertinence hard.
"Nooo ... .."She whimpered as I pushed my dick against the tip of her butt,
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
deep penetrating slams, I exploded in her ass, sending tingle of XTC all down
my eubstance. I laid on top of her, inside her, for a moment, before getting off.

"Do n't belt 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 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 rag her more.

I pushed her on her back again, and pulled out my hunting knife. I cut off one of her nipples
quickly, and she cried out. I laughed at her and ate it, just to see the saying of repulsion
in her emerald eyes. Then I grabbed her hairsbreadth and spit in her face.

"You are nothing. null but a fucking little jade who deserves everything she got tonight
and Thomas 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 soundbox, and did my practiced to clean up any trace of DNA and just
make it seem like she packed up and left. I 'm certain I wo n't be caught- I never am.

Now, I 'm just driving home, but I already know the perfect daughter to be my adjacent
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 .