SATOMI KATO 'S GLORIOUS expiry
Satomi Kato walked through her neighborhood near her house on the evening of the 25 April, 2016. Satomi was a young peeress who was proud to be Japanese. She enjoyed her Aikido and Judo classes. She enjoyed wearing traditonal Japanese vesture. She loved the culinary artistry of Japan. Satomi had traveled the world but had always returned to her beloved country. At 25 twelvemonth old she had experienced a lot but still enjoyed her own res publica '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 conform to a booster at a local restaurant. It had been a long day 's study and was glad to relax.

Satomi 's 'Friend'Yoko, whom she was going to fill was actually her lover. Satomi shivered as she thought of Yoko 's soft backtalk against hers, not to observe her own soft 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 mortal moving in a minuscule alleyway as she walked by near the restaurant. `` Who 's there ? '' she shouted.
The response was a katana being swung at her. Satomi successfully dodged it and went into demurrer mode. She had difficulty seeing her assaulter however. She grabbed her assailant and sent him to the flat coat. Her assailant caught her off precaution however and sway his katana again as it passed through Satomi 's neck opening sending her head tumbling onto the ground. A shower bath of blood line fell to the ground and her headless body twitched before falling to the concrete with a thumping. Her lovely decapitated capitulum rolled to a stop in a immense consortium of blood. Satomi Kato was dead. Her devotee Yoko would never feel Satomi 's soft sass on her again.
The killer was exhilerated. This was the most enjoyable kill yet. This woman had been a suitable adversary. He was no LE glad Satomi was dead however. He looked in awe as he saw the lovely young Aikido practitioner 's headless body lying in a consortium of roue. There would be a big mess to clean up but it was worth it. He picked up Satomi 's decapitated head and closed her eyes. Her lips were parted in death. `` Thank you Satomi. You were a gravid adversary. The other young lady did n't put up a fight. I am very happy to have got had the chance to vote down you. ``
Kill Satomi Kato he had. It had been a thrilling, beautiful murder. Her decapitated organic structure was so gorgeous it was unbelievable. She had been a lovely woman. Her trigger-happy Death was worthy of her lifetime.
He carried Satomi 's severed promontory and body up to his room. He wiped the lovely Japanese woman 's blood off his steel. He did n't think he would be capable to top this one, the slayer sentiment. Killing her was one of the smashing accomplishments of his life.
Satomi Kato 's life was finished, however there was a neat tribute to her when she would be laid to stay in her glass coffin. The killer first enjoyed Satomi 's beat body in many ways over those two daylight. The orca had so often respect for her and washed her kimono of all the rake stains. `` Do n't interest, Satomi. You are even more beautiful in death. ``
'' The keen I die Edward Young, '' they say. Satomi was definitely great. Her tearing dying was a triumph of beauty and artistry. The grampus thought that the capital show of love and respect for a beautiful char was to dispatch her in cold blood.
When the killer took Satomi 's remains to her final resting place he thought of how to hit her coffin extra special. He then thought just her torso being there would make it special. He placed her decapitated principal at the front disjoined from her headless corpse. Unlike the other women he had murdered he left Satomi 's apparel on her consistency. He left her chest exposed however. It was simply beautiful, he thought.
'' Satomi Kato 1991-2016 Brilliant soldierlike arist and gorgeous womanhood. R.I.P. Death by decapitation. ``
Satomi Kato was a majuscule womanhood, but it is much better that she is utter now. Not even the most brave warriors get as splendiferous of a death as this Japanese beauty had. Her sweetheart and bravery will last on forever.

THE END

YOKO effort retaliation
Yoko Mizushima was distraut. She had been told that her fan Satomi Kato had been murdered. The rip would n't end falling from her face. She could n't believe it.
Yoko had been told by an source that she was live seen near the eating house where they were to meet that dark. No one had seen Satomi 's torso so she still did n't believe she was dead. She did n't have intercourse 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 black dress that showed off the lovely woman 's curves. She wore black high heel and silk scanty. She had red lipstick on and her nails were glazed, tenacious, and red. She dressed the total opposite of her now dead girlfriend.
Yoko was frightened as she neared the pile where her informant told her that her beloved Satomi was lowest 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 lover, '' 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 grimace with her nails.
The man quickly responded by lifting his katana and impaled Mizushima through her bureau 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 fair sex 's chest watching the line of descent run out of her injury. She choked rake out of her mouth 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 decease throes. The life slowly ebbed out of her. A heavy puddle of blood formed beneath where the dying Nipponese beauty stood. Yoko 's centre closed and her blazonry fell limply to her slope. The lone affair keeping her standing was the man holding the steel inside her. The man smiled when he was meet that there was no pulse coming from the lovely woman. He pulled the blade out of her wound and watched in delight as Yoko 's body fell limply to the undercoat. He loved how limp and lifeless she looked. He wiped his steel of the abruptly cleaning lady 's blood.
The killer looked down at the body of his one-fifth victim. So aphrodisiac and hot Yoko looked with that black-market frock and high gear blackguard. 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 death. The killer knew Yoko was considerably off utterly. 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 human face. He had just noticed in his excitation of killing the beauty that she had scratched his cheek and he was bleeding. He smiled. `` Well fought young dame. ``
Yoko had a very curvy dead body with large boob and the killer would get swell enjoyment out of her dead body. After taking the cover girl corpse upstairs he washed her nude dead body of all the lineage as common. Touching Yoko 's body was a real joy. He could see why a gravid cleaning 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 face in decease. It was a lovely jesture he thought because he respected both of them.
Yoko 's body was such a joy to carry around with her limp and sexy arms and legs that the killer did n't require to let her go. After two days however it was time to lay her to rest alongside her lover.
The memorial tablet 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 rest naked except for silk panties and high gear blackguard. A line to Satomi Kato 's yukata she wore in death. It was gorgeous the grampus thought.
Murdering lovely women was a really joy for the killer. Especially when he respected the Lady he kills like Yoko and Satomi.
The orca smiled at some of the new weapons he was going to use in the virtually futurity on his next victims. A certain Taiwanese lady life in Tokyo he has been following. She is extraordinarily beautiful and she wo n't be awake much longer. The slayer was planning a very painful death for this lovely noblewoman. He had experimented with making Yoko suffer before she died by holding the sword inside of her. Torture and bother was something he was matter to in trying in the future.
The sea wolf looked back one more fourth dimension at his dupe so far before bolting the door and driving back to his dwelling house.
Yoko Mizushima 's new home was lying future to her bushed lover Satomi Kato. Their beloved was sinful and is beautiful even in demise. Their bodies brushed against each early in the inwardness of the coffin. Both their rim were slightly parted and still red as if they were still alive. Their oculus were closed in death 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