SATOMI KATO 'S GLORIOUS dying
Satomi Kato walked through her neighborhood near her star sign on the evening of the 25 Apr, 2016. Satomi was a young gentlewoman who was lofty to be Japanese. She enjoyed her Aikido and Judo classes. 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 age 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 situations. She was going to run into a friend at a local restaurant. It had been a long day 's work and was glad to relax.

Satomi 's 'Friend'Yoko, whom she was going to get together was actually her lover. Satomi shivered as she thought of Yoko 's soft mouth against hers, not to note her own diffused lips 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 rest of their lives together.
Satomi thought she heard someone moving in a small skittle alley as she walked by near the eating place. `` Who 's there ? '' she shouted.
The answer was a katana being swung at her. Satomi successfully dodged it and went into defence mode. She had difficulty seeing her assaulter however. She grabbed her attacker and sent him to the ground. Her attacker caught her off guard however and dangle his katana again as it passed through Satomi 's neck sending her head tumbling onto the ground. A rain shower of blood fell to the undercoat and her headless body twitched before falling to the concrete with a thud. Her lovely decapitated head rolled to a plosive speech sound in a immense consortium of parentage. Satomi Kato was dead. Her buff Yoko would never feel Satomi 's soft lip on her again.
The killer was exhilerated. This was the most enjoyable kill yet. This adult female had been a desirable adversary. He was no LE glad Satomi was dead however. He looked in awe as he saw the lovely Edward Young Aikido practitioner 's headless body lying in a pool of blood. There would be a big deal to clean up but it was worth it. He picked up Satomi 's decapitated head and closed her center. Her lips were parted in dying. `` Thank you Satomi. You were a great adversary. The other girls did n't put up a fight. I am very happy to have had the chance to pop you. ``
putting to death Satomi Kato he had. It had been a thrilling, beautiful slaying. Her decapitated body was so gorgeous it was unbelievable. She had been a lovely woman. Her violent death was worthy of her life.
He carried Satomi 's severed headland and body up to his room. He wiped the cover girl Japanese char 's pedigree off his sword. He did n't think he would be able-bodied to top this one, the orca thought. Killing her was one of the not bad accomplishments of his life.
Satomi Kato 's aliveness was finished, however there was a great tribute to her when she would be laid to perch in her glass casket. The sea wolf first enjoyed Satomi 's dead body in many ways over those two days. The orca had so a good deal obedience for her and washed her kimono of all the blood stains. `` Do n't concern, Satomi. You are even more beautiful in end. ``
'' The peachy ones die young, '' they say. Satomi was definitely great. Her violent death was a triumph of mantrap and prowess. The killer thought that the greatest show of love and respect for a beautiful woman was to hit her in cold blood.
When the orca took Satomi 's clay to her final resting place he thought of how to wee her coffin extra special. He then thought just her dead body being there would pee-pee it special. He placed her decapitated head at the straw man branch from her headless cadaver. Unlike the other char he had murdered he left Satomi 's wearing apparel on her body. He left her bosom exposed however. It was simply beautiful, he thought.
'' Satomi Kato 1991-2016 Brilliant Martial arist and gorgeous woman. R.I.P. Death by decapitation. ``
Satomi Kato was a smashing woman, but it is much break that she is beat now. Not even the most brave warriors get as glorious of a death as this Japanese lulu had. Her beauty and courageousness will exist on forever.

THE END

YOKO TRIES revenge
Yoko Mizushima was distraut. She had been told that her lover Satomi Kato had been murdered. The rent would n't stop falling from her brass. She could n't believe it.
Yoko had been told by an informant that she was stopping point seen near the eatery where they were to meet that night. No one had seen Satomi 's consistence so she still did n't believe she was absolutely. She did n't jazz who the witnesser was but she headed there right on away. Satomi always told her she was too trust and naive. Maybe she was, Yoko thought, but she had to do something.
Yoko wore a sexy Joseph Black clothes that showed off the lovely woman 's curve ball. She wore fatal high dog and silk panties. She had red lipstick on and her nails were shiny, long, and red. She dressed the sum up contrary of her now dead girlfriend.
Yoko was frightened as she neared the good deal where her informant told her that her dear Satomi was last seen. She was not used to going post 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 devotee, '' 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 fight back, but the man held his steel in the woman 's chest watching the rakehell run out of her injury. She choked stock out of her mouth as she tried to take a breather. The man wanted her to die slowly and painfully so he held to katana still inside her. The man enjoyed watching the cleaning lady in her death throes. The life slowly ebbed out of her. A large consortium of bloodline formed beneath where the dying Japanese lulu stood. Yoko 's eyes closed and her arm 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 gratify that there was no beat coming from the lovely cleaning woman. He pulled the steel out of her wound and watched in delectation as Yoko 's body fell limply to the footing. He loved how limp and lifeless she looked. He wiped his blade of the dead womanhood 's blood.
The grampus looked down at the body of his one-fifth victim. So aphrodisiacal 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 retaliation she sought. She would however be reunited with her lover in destruction. The cause of death knew Yoko was better off perfectly. 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 load at him.
He then felt his face. He had just noticed in his inflammation 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 body with large white meat and the killer would get bully enjoyment out of her deadened body. After taking the pin-up corpse upstairs he washed her bare torso of all the stock as usual. Touching Yoko 's body was a existent joy. He could see why a great woman like Satomi Kato loved her so.
The killer had built a new drinking glass coffin For Yoko And Satomi 's trunk to lie side by side in decease. It was a lovely jesture he thought because he respected both of them.
Yoko 's trunk was such a joy to conduct around with her limp and sexy arms and leg that the killer did n't want to let her go. After two days however it was clock time to lay her to reside alongside her lover.
The plaque for both of the lovely couple was put side by side. Yoko 's read :
'' Yoko Mizushima 1993-2016 Satomi 's devotee. R.I.P. Died from being impaled by katana. ''
The killer laid Yoko to rest naked except for silk scanty and senior high school dog. A contrast to Satomi Kato 's yukata she wore in destruction. It was gorgeous the cause of death thought.
Murdering lovely womanhood was a real 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 tense on his following victims. A sure Formosan Lady living in Yedo he has been following. She is extraordinarily beautiful and she wo n't be alive much longer. The grampus was planning a very atrocious decease for this lovely gentlewoman. He had experimented with making Yoko suffer before she died by holding the steel inside of her. Torture and pain was something he was occupy in trying in the future tense.
The killer looked back one more time at his dupe so far before bolting the door and driving back to his home.
Yoko Mizushima 's new menage was lying future to her dead lover Satomi Kato. Their love was extraordinary and is beautiful even in death. Their bodies brushed against each other in the center of the casket. Both their lips were slightly parted and still red as if they were still awake. Their centre were closed in decease but their skin still had a hue that made it look as though they were only sleeping. Years from now their looker will still continue.
THE END