SATOMI KATO 'S GLORIOUS DEATH
Satomi Kato walked through her neighborhood near her house on the evening of the 25 April, 2016. Satomi was a Lester Willis Young gentlewoman who was proud to be Nipponese. She enjoyed her Aikido and Judo classes. She enjoyed wearing traditonal Nipponese clothing. She loved the culinary arts of Japan. Satomi had traveled the world but had always returned to her beloved 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 garden pink yukata. She loved wearing yukata even in casual everyday situation. She was going to meet a friend at a topical anesthetic eating house. It had been a long day 's work and was glad to relax.

Satomi 's 'Friend'Yoko, whom she was going to fit was actually her lover. Satomi shivered as she thought of Yoko 's voiced lips against hers, not to mention her own diffuse lips all over Yoko 's sexy naked torso. 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 individual moving in a small alley as she walked by near the restaurant. `` Who 's there ? '' she shouted.
The reply was a katana being swung at her. Satomi successfully dodged it and went into defence mode. She had difficulty seeing her aggressor however. She grabbed her attacker and sent him to the dry land. Her attacker caught her off sentry duty however and swung 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 dry land and her headless body twitched before falling to the concrete with a thud. Her lovely decapitated head rolled to a stop in a huge pool of descent. Satomi Kato was perfectly. Her lover Yoko would never finger Satomi 's soft sass on her again.
The killer was exhilerated. This was the most gratifying killing yet. This woman had been a worthy adversary. He was no less glad Satomi was utter however. He looked in awe as he saw the lovely youth Aikido practitioner 's headless body lying in a pool of rakehell. There would be a big muddle to clean up but it was worth it. He picked up Satomi 's decapitated headspring and closed her eye. Her lips were parted in death. `` Thank you Satomi. You were a great adversary. The former lady friend did n't put up a fight. I am very felicitous to sustain had the chance to kill you. ``
Kill Satomi Kato he had. It had been a thrilling, beautiful slaying. Her decapitate body was so gorgeous it was incredible. She had been a lovely cleaning lady. Her red death was desirable of her sprightliness.
He carried Satomi 's severed foreland and body up to his room. He wiped the endearing Japanese woman 's blood off his blade. He did n't think he would be capable to top this one, the killer thinking. Killing her was one of the enceinte accomplishments of his life.
Satomi Kato 's life was finished, however there was a big tribute to her when she would be laid to remain in her glass coffin. The killer first enjoyed Satomi 's dead body in many ways over those two days. The Orcinus orca had so much respect for her and washed her kimono of all the blood stains. `` Do n't worry, Satomi. You are even more beautiful in Death. ``
'' The great single die young, '' they say. Satomi was definitely bang-up. Her red decease was a triumph of beauty and art. The killer thought that the peachy show of love and respect for a beautiful cleaning lady was to murder her in cold blood.
When the slayer took Satomi 's remains to her terminal resting plaza he thought of how to induce her coffin extra limited. He then thought just her body being there would make it special. He placed her decapitated caput at the front carve up from her headless corpse. Unlike the former womanhood he had murdered he left Satomi 's clothes on her physical structure. He left her breasts exposed however. It was simply beautiful, he thought.
'' Satomi Kato 1991-2016 Brilliant warlike arist and gorgeous cleaning lady. R.I.P. Death by beheading. ``
Satomi Kato was a heavy womanhood, but it is much better that she is dead now. Not even the most brave warriors get as glorious of a death as this Nipponese dish had. Her ravisher and courageousness will dwell on forever.

THE END

YOKO TRIES REVENGE
Yoko Mizushima was distraut. She had been told that her lover Satomi Kato had been murdered. The tears would n't stop falling from her face. She could n't think it.
Yoko had been told by an informant that she was last seen near the restaurant where they were to get together that night. No one had seen Satomi 's body so she still did n't consider she was dead. She did n't be intimate who the source 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 aphrodisiacal black dress that showed off the pin-up charwoman 's curves. She wore black in high spirits heels and silk panties. She had red lipstick on and her nails were shiny, long, and red. She dressed the add opposite of her now dead girlfriend.
Yoko was frightened as she neared the survey where her witness told her that her beloved Satomi was go seen. She was not used to going places on her own. She saw a man standing in a belittled 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 face with her nails.
The man quickly responded by lifting his katana and impaled Mizushima through her dresser and out her back. Yoko looked into the man 's eyes and still struggled to fight back, but the man held his sword in the womanhood 's bureau watching the blood run out of her wound. She choked blood 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 woman in her death throes. The liveliness slowly ebbed out of her. A large syndicate of rip formed beneath where the dying Japanese sweetheart stood. Yoko 's eye closed and her branch 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 cleaning woman. He pulled the sword out of her injury and watched in joy as Yoko 's body fell limply to the primer coat. He loved how limp and lifeless she looked. He wiped his blade of the all in fair sex 's blood.
The Orcinus orca looked down at the body of his fifth victim. So aphrodisiac and hot Yoko looked with that black dress and high up dog. 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 slayer knew Yoko was better off dead. 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 lulu that she had scratched his aspect and he was bleeding. He smiled. `` Well fought Danton True Young peeress. ``
Yoko had a very curvaceous dead body with large breasts and the killer would get great enjoyment out of her dead eubstance. After taking the lovely stiff upstairs he washed her naked torso of all the origin as common. Touching Yoko 's body was a substantial joy. He could see why a heavy woman like Satomi Kato loved her so.
The orca had built a new glass casket For Yoko And Satomi 's bodies to lie face by side in death. It was a cover girl jesture he thought because he respected both of them.
Yoko 's body was such a joy to hold around with her hobble and sexy branch and wooden leg that the grampus did n't desire to let her go. After two mean solar day however it was time to lay her to rest alongside her lover.
The plaques for both of the cover girl duet 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 panty and high heels. A contrast to Satomi Kato 's yukata she wore in death. It was gorgeous the killer thought.
Murdering lovely women was a real joy for the sea wolf. Especially when he respected the ladies he kills like Yoko and Satomi.
The killer smiled at some of the new weapons he was going to use in the come near future on his succeeding victims. A certain Taiwanese lady living in Tokyo he has been following. She is extraordinarily beautiful and she wo n't be alive much longer. The killer was planning a very painful expiry for this lovely lady. He had experimented with making Yoko suffer before she died by holding the sword inside of her. distortion and pain sensation was something he was interested in trying in the futurity.
The cause of death looked back one Sir Thomas More time at his dupe so far before bolting the door and driving back to his home.
Yoko Mizushima 's new plate was lying next to her dead devotee Satomi Kato. Their love was extraordinary and is beautiful even in death. Their bodies brushed against each other in the center of the coffin. Both their lip were slightly parted and still red as if they were still animated. Their eyes 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 beauty will still persist.
THE END