My Dying Dark Angel

I do n't reckon she had a clew what was coming.
I doubt it ever even crossed her mind that I was following her.
Stupid cunt.

Please, let me introduce myself. My gens is Alexi. I was born in Russia but have
lived in America for many twelvemonth now. Who I was is not important.
My life sentence, in fact, is not of import. 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 multitude would be right, it 's true. I am all of those,
and more. But others, the ones I favor, would call off me an arist. A genuis.
Just because I actually end lives, and call for beautiful fille against their will,
does not earn me worse than to the highest degree men. Everyone has their sick fancy,
I just prefer mine to be satisfied.

Tonight, they were.

She was n't quite like the girls I usually captured- I generally prefer blonde fille with blueing optic and diminished, minor breasts. She was an Diospyros ebenum haired dark fairy, with glittering gullible eyes
and very light oriental alabaster pelt. I do n't have intercourse 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 abode. For two 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 slipway away, since I knew
she was on metrical foot tonight, because her Porsche had been in the workshop for three days..
fucking rich bitch. She wore a tight red tank top and black skinny jeans with Shirley Temple Black flush,
her long black whisker left loose down her binding. She smelled of roses, just like the funeral
home ...

I grabbed her as she was unlocking her front room access, and pushed her inside.
I normally would have taken her with me, but convient for me, she lived
even more set apart than me ... no one would see her pathetic screams.

She tried to holler, and as a reflex 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 wish ? You poor, poor thing ...
I bet you never thought this would happen to you."No one ever does, you know.
They all think crime happens to other girls, not themselves.

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

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

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

I am improbable. I am laborious. I am built. She 's just a girl, probably not weighing Thomas More than 120 pounds.
What chance did she ever have ? Against me ? Against any man ? I held
both her blazon with one of mine, and used the other to snap off her shirt. She
was n't wearing a bra, which just made things comfortable for me. Her tits were
full-grown than near of my daughter, a nice 36C, with turgid garden pink nipples. I glanced
down and noticed a naval ring accentuated her blench stomach. On impulse
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 expect
inexperienced person. They all said the Saami pudding head tinker's damn, I thought irritably. I was
already getting exhausted with her. I jerked her pants down, letting the clit
pop out. Again with the kicking and thrashing.

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

I pulled out my dick, not bothering to undress completely,
and without any lube or foreplay, thrust it inside her pie-eyed clit.

God it felt estimable ... it had been a patch, 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 hired hand around
her E. B. 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 hear too a great deal of it these days.

I kept choking her as I fucked that blotto ass bitch of hers, thrusting my unvoiced putz
in and out of her chaparral, loving the spirit of her against me. I do n't think
she was a virgin, but she obviously had n't had much sex. I pounded away
as the life in her eyes faded and dimmed more and More each instant,
her attempts at ego defense lawyers becoming futile.

I watched her eyes, barely alive, as I bit her nipple as hard as I could,
pleased at the roue which oozed out. I let go of her neck- I like
to prolong it a little, let the bitch suffer. I rolled her on her tummy,
sensing she was far too light to really campaign now. Any try to do so
would be futile and useless.

She had a nice ass, stave and business firm and untouched. The kind of ass
every man wants to stick his dick into someday. I kissed down her acantha
and to her ass, licking it to lube it up some, squeezing her ass impudence hard.
"Nooo ... .."She whimpered as I pushed my cock against the tip of her goat,
letting it sit there, rubbing against it, before I finally rammed it in
and began pounding her ass. shtup, I was going to cum ... .with a few more
deep penetrating slams, I exploded in her ass, sending chill of ecstasy all down
my body. I laid on top of her, inside her, for a mo, before getting off.

"Do n't kill 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 suffocate 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 mammilla
quickly, and she cried out. I laughed at her and ate it, just to see the verbal expression of revulsion
in her emerald eyes. Then I grabbed her pilus and spittle in her face.

"You are cypher. Nothing but a blinking niggling slattern who deserves everything she got tonight
and Sir Thomas More. You are lucky- be grateful- because I 'm going to go ahead and shoot down you."

With that, I cut the bitch 's throat, and sucked on it as the ruby leaked out into
my mouth.

Later, I disposed of the body, and did my in effect to pick up any suggestion 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 dwelling house, but I already know the perfective tense fille to be my next
victim.

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

I always get what I want .