My Dying Dark Angel

I do n't cogitate she had a hint what was coming.
I doubt it ever even crossed her judgement that I was following her.
Stupid cunt.

Please, let me introduce myself. My name is Alexi. I was born in Soviet Russia but have
lived in America for many years now. Who I was is not important.
My sprightliness, in fact, is not important. And neither is anyone else's.

Who am I now ? Some would say I 'm a killer. A raper. A cruel hearted bastard.
A sadist. A psycho. And those people would be right, it 's dead on target. I am all of those,
and Sir Thomas More. But others, the ones I favor, would holler me an arist. A genuis.
Just because I actually end lives, and adopt beautiful miss against their will,
does not cook 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 blonde girls with blue eyes and small, tiddler tit. She was an sable haired black fag, with glittering green eyes
and very light onyx marble skin. I do n't experience why, but she appealed to me deeply
and I knew I just had to sustain her.

I saw her first at Starbucks, and I followed her dwelling. For two weeks, I monitored her
from a distance, all without her cognition. I knew her radiation pattern, her movements.
And now I was ready. I followed her, leaving my car some direction away, since I knew
she was on foot tonight, because her Porsche had been in the shop for three days..
fucking productive bitch. She wore a tight red cooler top and black skinny jeans with Negroid boot,
her farsighted blacken hair's-breadth left loose down her backrest. She smelled of pink wine, just like the funeral
nursing home ...

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

She tried to yell, and as a reflex tried to give up me from behind, but I
was having none of that tonight. I shoved her to the flooring, laughing as she kicked and yelled.
"Go ahead. Who 's really going to get word ? Who will care ? You poor people, poor affair ...
I bet you never thought this would bump 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 tooth, the fight still in her eyes.

"I doubt that, squawk. Who 's going to call the cops ?"I asked, leering at her.

Seeing that she was struggling for an response, I leaned close to her ear and whispered
into it :"You are going to die tonight."Her boldness paled, and the thrashing got more violent.
She was struggling, trying so fucking hard to get costless, out of my solid arms.

I am tall. I am weighed down. I am built. She 's just a missy, probably not weighing more than 120 pounds.
What chance did she ever induce ? 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 comfortable for me. Her tits were
braggy than most of my young woman, a nice 36C, with intumescent pinko nipples. I glanced
down and noticed a naval anchor ring accentuated her wan tummy. On impulse
I leaned down and kissed it. She cringed, of course.

"Please. Please, just ... take all my money and stuff, and leave. No one
will eff. Just do n't kill me !"She whispered suddenly, trying to look
innocent. They all said the same unintelligent bastard, 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 drubbing.

Why do they always fight ? They never win. Foolish little jade ...

I pulled out my hawkshaw, not bothering to undress completely,
and without any lube or foreplay, thrust it inside her tight clit.

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

She screamed louder and louder, so finally I put my hands around
her ashen neck and squeezed, silencing her cacophony of screeches.
I got enough screaming and bitching back when I was married,
damn if I wanted to listen too much of it these days.

I kept choking her as I fucked that tight ass snatch of hers, thrusting my heavily putz
in and out of her bush, loving the flavour of her against me. I do n't call up
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 more and Thomas More each second,
her attack at ego Defense becoming futile.

I watched her optic, barely alive, as I bit her nipple as voiceless as I could,
pleased at the pedigree which oozed out. I let go of her neck- I like
to prolong it a little, let the bitch suffer. I rolled her on her tummy,
sensing she was far too weak to really fight now. Any attempt to do so
would be futile and useless.

She had a Nice ass, round and firm and untouched. The sort of ass
every man wants to stick his putz into someday. I kissed down her spine
and to her ass, licking it to lubricate it up some, squeezing her ass cheek hard.
"Nooo ... .."She whimpered as I pushed my dick against the tip of her butt,
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 Thomas More
deeply penetrating slams, I exploded in her ass, sending chill of ecstasy all down
my body. I laid on top of her, inside her, for a moment, before getting off.

"Do n't 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 kitty-cat after I pounded
her ass, so I could repress her and watch her die as I fucked her, but now ... well now, at least I would get to rack her more.

I pushed her on her back again, and pulled out my hunting knife. I cut off one of her teat
quickly, and she cried out. I laughed at her and ate it, just to see the reflexion of revulsion
in her emerald eyes. Then I grabbed her whisker and spit in her face.

"You are nothing. nix but a fucking little hussy who deserves everything she got tonight
and more. You are lucky- be grateful- because I 'm going to go ahead and kill you."

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

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

Now, I 'm just driving home plate, but I already know the everlasting girl to be my next
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 .