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 lofty to be Japanese. She enjoyed her Aikido and Judo course of instruction. She enjoyed wearing traditonal Japanese habiliment. She loved the culinary prowess of Japan. Satomi had traveled the world but had always returned to her darling country. At 25 years 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 site. She was going to meet 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 meet was actually her fan. Satomi shivered as she thought of Yoko 's gentle lips against hers, not to refer her own voiced backtalk all over Yoko 's sexy naked physical structure. Satomi beamed as she though of this. After eating tonight she planned on driving her buff wild in bed. They had met in college and already planned on spending the relaxation of their lifetime together.
Satomi thought she heard someone moving in a small alley as she walked by near the eating place. `` Who 's there ? '' she shouted.
The solution was a katana being swung at her. Satomi successfully dodged it and went into defense team manner. She had difficulty seeing her assailant however. She grabbed her attacker and sent him to the ground. Her assailant caught her off guard however and swing out his katana again as it passed through Satomi 's neck sending her pass tumbling onto the soil. A exhibitioner of ancestry fell to the ground and her headless body twitched before falling to the concrete with a thud. Her lovely decapitated read/write head rolled to a stop in a immense pool of blood. Satomi Kato was abruptly. Her devotee Yoko would never feel Satomi 's soft lips on her again.
The Orcinus orca was exhilerated. This was the most enjoyable putting to death yet. This woman had been a worthy opposer. He was no lupus erythematosus gladiolus Satomi was beat however. He looked in awe as he saw the lovely Brigham Young Aikido practitioner 's headless body lying in a kitty of blood. There would be a big mess to clean up but it was deserving it. He picked up Satomi 's decapitated question and closed her optic. Her brim were parted in death. `` 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 obliterate you. ``
killing Satomi Kato he had. It had been a thrilling, beautiful slaying. Her decapitated body was so gorgeous it was improbable. She had been a adorable woman. Her violent expiry was suitable of her life history.
He carried Satomi 's severed head and body up to his room. He wiped the lovely Japanese woman 's blood off his sword. He did n't think he would be able to top this one, the sea wolf thought process. Killing her was one of the keen accomplishments of his life.
Satomi Kato 's life was finished, however there was a great testimonial to her when she would be laid to take a breather in her chalk coffin. The killer first enjoyed Satomi 's dead soundbox in many mode over those two daylight. The killer had so much respect for her and washed her kimono of all the descent stains. `` Do n't worry, Satomi. You are even more beautiful in death. ``
'' The great ones die youthful, '' they say. Satomi was definitely great. Her trigger-happy death was a triumph of beauty and artistry. The slayer thought that the greatest appearance of making love and respect for a beautiful womanhood was to bump off her in cold blood.
When the orca took Satomi 's cadaver to her final resting topographic point he thought of how to get to her coffin supererogatory especial. He then thought just her body being there would take in it peculiar. He placed her beheaded head at the movement separate from her headless clay. Unlike the other women he had murdered he left Satomi 's clothes on her body. He left her breasts 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 great cleaning woman, but it is much full that she is dead now. Not even the most gay warriors get as glorious of a demise as this Nipponese beauty had. Her mantrap and bravery will exist on forever.

THE END

YOKO effort revenge
Yoko Mizushima was distraut. She had been told that her lover Satomi Kato had been murdered. The split would n't hold back falling from her face. She could n't trust it.
Yoko had been told by an informant that she was endure seen near the eatery where they were to meet that nighttime. No one had seen Satomi 's organic structure so she still did n't believe she was beat. She did n't do it who the informant was but she headed there right 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 Shirley Temple dress that showed off the lovely woman 's curve ball. She wore black in high spirits heels and silk panties. She had red lipstick on and her nails were bright, long, and red. She dressed the summate opposite of her now absolutely girlfriend.
Yoko was frightened as she neared the raft 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 end 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 retaliation. 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 middle and still struggled to fight back, but the man held his brand in the woman 's breast watching the parentage run out of her wound. She choked bloodline out of her lip as she tried to rest. The man wanted her to die slowly and painfully so he held to katana still inside her. The man enjoyed watching the woman in her last throes. The living slowly ebbed out of her. A large pool of rakehell formed beneath where the dying Japanese beauty stood. Yoko 's center closed and her sleeve 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 coming from the lovely woman. He pulled the sword out of her wound and watched in joy as Yoko 's body fell limply to the ground. He loved how gimp and lifeless she looked. He wiped his sword of the absolutely womanhood 's blood.
The killer looked down at the body of his one-fifth victim. So aphrodisiacal and hot Yoko looked with that black wearing apparel and high up 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 death. The killer knew Yoko was better off deadened. 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 charge at him.
He then felt his face. He had just noticed in his excitement of killing the ravisher that she had scratched his face and he was bleeding. He smiled. `` Well fought young peeress. ``
Yoko had a very busty body with large white meat and the cause of death would get great delectation out of her beat body. After taking the pin-up clay upstairs he washed her defenseless trunk of all the blood as usual. Touching Yoko 's body was a really joy. He could see why a capital woman like Satomi Kato loved her so.
The killer whale had built a new trash casket For Yoko And Satomi 's organic structure to lie position by face in destruction. It was a lovely jesture he thought because he respected both of them.
Yoko 's body was such a joy to stockpile around with her limp and sexy arms and branch that the sea wolf did n't want to let her go. After two days however it was time to lay her to reside alongside her devotee.
The plaques for both of the pin-up 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 cause of death laid Yoko to reside naked except for silk panty and high cad. A contrast to Satomi Kato 's yukata she wore in death. It was gorgeous the Orcinus orca thought.
Murdering lovely women was a real joy for the grampus. Especially when he respected the gentlewoman he kills like Yoko and Satomi.
The killer smiled at some of the new weapons he was going to use in the near futurity on his succeeding victims. A certain Formosan lady living in Tokyo he has been following. She is extraordinarily beautiful and she wo n't be active much longer. The grampus was planning a very painful death for this lovely peeress. He had experimented with making Yoko suffer before she died by holding the steel inside of her. twisting and pain was something he was interested in trying in the future tense.
The orca looked back one More prison term at his victim so far before bolting the door and driving back to his home.
Yoko Mizushima 's new home was lying next to her suddenly lover Satomi Kato. Their love was extraordinary and is beautiful even in death. Their bodies brushed against each other in the center of attention of the casket. Both their lips were slightly parted and still red as if they were still awake. Their middle were closed in demise but their skin still had a hue that made it take care as though they were only sleeping. Years from now their beauty will still persist.
THE END