My Dying shadow saint

I do n't think she had a clew what was coming.
I doubt it ever even crossed her judgment that I was following her.
dolt cunt.

Please, let me introduce myself. My name is Alexi. I was born in Russia but have
lived in the States for many geezerhood 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 cause of death. A rapist. A cruel hearted bastard.
A sadist. A psycho. And those hoi polloi would be right, it 's truthful. I am all of those,
and Thomas More. But others, the one I favor, would predict me an arist. A genuis.
Just because I actually end living, and submit beautiful girl against their will,
does not earn me worse than most men. Everyone has their unhinged fantasies,
I just prefer mine to be satisfied.

Tonight, they were.

She was n't quite like the girls I usually captured- I generally prefer light-haired girls with blue heart and small, tiddler breasts. She was an ebony haired saturnine pansy, with glittering super acid eyes
and very calorie-free Mexican onyx pelt. I do n't know why, but she appealed to me deeply
and I knew I just had to possess her.

I saw her first at Starbucks, and I followed her home. For two calendar week, I monitored her
from a aloofness, all without her knowledge. I knew her blueprint, her movements.
And now I was set up. I followed her, leaving my car some fashion away, since I knew
she was on foot tonight, because her Porsche had been in the shop class for three days..
fucking fat bitch. She wore a tight red tank top and black skinny jeans with blackness boots,
her foresightful pitch-black hair left slack down her spine. She smelled of roses, just like the funeral
plate ...

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

She tried to holler, and as a unconditioned reflex tried to plain 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 care ? You poor, poor affair ...
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 dentition, the battle still in her eyes.

"I doubt that, bitch. Who 's going to call the cops ?"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 face paled, and the thrashing got more violent.
She was struggling, trying so fucking hard to get free people, out of my secure arms.

I am tall. I am overweight. I am built. She 's just a miss, probably not weighing more than 120 pounds.
What probability did she ever have ? Against me ? Against any man ? I held
both her arms with one of mine, and used the other to tear off her shirt. She
was n't wearing a bra, which just made things easier for me. Her mammilla were
liberal than most of my lady friend, a nice 36C, with puffy pink nipples. I glanced
down and noticed a naval ring accentuated her pallid tummy. On pulse
I leaned down and kissed it. She cringed, of course of action.

"Please. Please, just ... take all my money and stuff, and leave. No one
will know. Just do n't wipe out me !"She whispered suddenly, trying to look
inexperienced person. They all said the same stupid asshole, I thought irritably. I was
already getting exhausted with her. I jerked her pants down, letting the button
pop out. Again with the kicking and walloping.

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

I pulled out my dick, not bothering to undress completely,
and without any lubricating substance or stimulation, thrust it inside her fuddled clit.

God it felt just ... it had been a while, I realized. Really should n't let myself
go so long without satisfaction. Not tidy, you know.

She screamed louder and louder, so finally I put my bridge player around
her white neck and squeezed, silencing her blare of screeches.
I got enough screaming and bitching back when I was married,
damn if I wanted to pick up too a good deal of it these days.

I kept choking her as I fucked that tight ass cunt of hers, thrusting my operose cock
in and out of her bush, loving the feel 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 liveliness in her oculus faded and dimmed More and More each 2d,
her endeavour at self defense becoming futile.

I watched her eyes, barely alive, as I bit her pap as hard as I could,
pleased at the ancestry which oozed out. I let go of her neck- I like
to protract it a footling, let the bitch suffer. I rolled her on her tum,
sensing she was far too weak to really crusade now. Any attempt to do so
would be unavailing and useless.

She had a dainty ass, round and firm and unmoved. The kind of ass
every man wants to wedge his prick into someday. I kissed down her spine
and to her ass, licking it to lubricate it up some, squeezing her ass cheeks hard.
"Nooo ... .."She whimpered as I pushed my peter against the tip of her butt,
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 Sir Thomas More
deep penetrating slams, I exploded in her ass, sending shudders of ecstasy all down
my consistence. I laid on top of her, inside her, for a import, before getting off.

"Do n't vote 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 look out her die as I fucked her, but now ... well now, at to the lowest degree I would get to torture 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 look of repulsion
in her emerald eyes. Then I grabbed her hair and spit in her face.

"You are aught. Nothing but a fucking little strumpet who deserves everything she got this night
and more. You are lucky- be grateful- because I 'm going to go ahead and kill you."

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

Later, I disposed of the torso, and did my best to clean up any traces of DNA and just
make it seem like she packed up and left. I 'm sure I wo n't be caught- I never am.

Now, I 'm just driving home, but I already know the perfect female child to be my future
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 .