My Dying Dark Angel

I do n't suppose she had a clew what was coming.
I doubt it ever even crossed her creative thinker that I was following her.
pudding head cunt.

Please, let me infix myself. My epithet is Alexi. I was born in USSR but have
lived in America for many years now. Who I was is not significant.
My animation, in fact, is not of import. And neither is anyone else's.

Who am I now ? Some would say I 'm a grampus. A raper. A cruel hearted bastard.
A sadist. A psychotic person. And those people would be right, it 's admittedly. I am all of those,
and more. But others, the one I favor, would telephone me an arist. A genuis.
Just because I actually end lives, and take beautiful girls against their will,
does not make me worsened than most men. Everyone has their sick 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 miss with down in the mouth eyes and small, child breasts. She was an soot black haired sinister fagot, with glittering green eyes
and very get off Mexican onyx cutis. I do n't bed why, but she appealed to me deeply
and I knew I just had to have her.

I saw her first at Starbucks, and I followed her home. For two weeks, I monitored her
from a aloofness, all without her knowledge. I knew her normal, her movements.
And now I was ready. I followed her, leaving my car some ways away, since I knew
she was on foundation tonight, because her Porsche had been in the shop class for three days..
fucking rich bitch. She wore a tight red armored combat vehicle top and inglorious skinny jeans with black-market boots,
her long smutty pilus left light down her back. She smelled of rose, just like the funeral
family ...

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

She tried to shout out, and as a reflex tried to kick me from behind, but I
was having none of that tonight. I shoved her to the level, laughing as she kicked and yelled.
"Go ahead. Who 's really going to hear ? Who will manage ? You poor, wretched affair ...
I bet you never thought this would happen to you."No one ever does, you know.
They all think crime happens to other little girl, not themselves.

"You 'll go to remand !"She hissed through her teeth, the fight still in her eyes.

"I doubt that, bitch. Who 's going to address the bull ?"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 expression paled, and the thrashing got more violent.
She was struggling, trying so fucking hard to get give up, out of my strong arms.

I am tall. I am heavy. I am built. She 's just a girl, probably not weighing more than 120 pounds.
What fortune did she ever have ? Against me ? Against any man ? I held
both her arms with one of mine, and used the other to snap off her shirt. She
was n't wearing a bra, which just made matter well-fixed for me. Her tit were
grownup than almost of my girls, a squeamish 36C, with turgid garden pink nipples. I glanced
down and noticed a naval ring accentuated her pale breadbasket. On nerve impulse
I leaned down and kissed it. She cringed, of course of instruction.

"Please. Please, just ... take all my money and stuff, and leave. No one
will experience. Just do n't pop me !"She whispered suddenly, trying to look
inexperienced person. They all said the Same stupid mother fucker, I thought irritably. I was
already getting exhausted with her. I jerked her knickers down, letting the button
pop out. Again with the kick and thrashing.

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

I pulled out my putz, not bothering to strip down completely,
and without any lubricating substance or foreplay, thrust it inside her tight clit.

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

She screamed louder and louder, so finally I put my mitt around
her blanched neck and squeezed, silencing her cacophony of screeches.
I got enough screaming and bitching back when I was married,
red cent if I wanted to hear too much of it these days.

I kept choking her as I fucked that plastered ass cunt of hers, thrusting my hard cock
in and out of her shrub, loving the flavor of her against me. I do n't mean
she was a Virgo, but she obviously had n't had much sex. I pounded away
as the life in her eyes faded and dimmed Thomas More and more each arcsecond,
her try at self DoD becoming futile.

I watched her optic, barely alert, as I bit her nipple as hard as I could,
pleased at the descent which oozed out. I let go of her neck- I like
to prolong it a trivial, let the bitch suffer. I rolled her on her stomach,
sensing she was far too weakly to really defend now. Any endeavor to do so
would be bootless and useless.

She had a overnice ass, beat and firm and uninfluenced. The kind of ass
every man wants to stick his shaft into someday. I kissed down her thorn
and to her ass, licking it to lube it up some, squeezing her ass cheeks hard.
"Nooo ... .."She whimpered as I pushed my dick against the tip of her ass,
letting it sit there, rubbing against it, before I finally rammed it in
and began pounding her ass. Fuck, I was going to cum ... .with a few more
cryptic penetrating slams, I exploded in her ass, sending shudders of ecstasy all down
my body. I laid on top of her, inside her, for a instant, before getting off.

"Do n't shoot 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 gag her and follow her die as I fucked her, but now ... well now, at least I would get to torment her more.

I pushed her on her back again, and pulled out my hunting tongue. I cut off one of her nipples
quickly, and she cried out. I laughed at her and ate it, just to see the expression of revulsion
in her emerald eyes. Then I grabbed her hairsbreadth and spittle in her face.

"You are null. Nothing but a fucking picayune slut who deserves everything she got tonight
and Thomas More. You are lucky- be grateful- because I 'm going to go ahead and pour down you."

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

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

Now, I 'm just driving home plate, but I already know the perfect daughter to be my following
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 .