My Dying Dark Angel

I do n't think she had a clue what was coming.
I doubt it ever even crossed her thinker that I was following her.
stupe cunt.

Please, let me introduce myself. My public figure is Alexi. I was born in Russia but have
lived in America for many class 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 orca. A raper. A cruel hearted bastard.
A sadist. A psycho. And those people would be right, it 's true. I am all of those,
and more. But others, the I I favor, would call me an arist. A genuis.
Just because I actually end lives, and look at beautiful girls against their will,
does not build me worse than most men. Everyone has their disturbed illusion,
I just prefer mine to be satisfied.

Tonight, they were.

She was n't quite like the lady friend I usually captured- I generally prefer blonde little girl with blue heart and small, child bosom. She was an soot black haired black faery, with glittering green eyes
and very light alabaster skin. I do n't know 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 dwelling. For two calendar week, I monitored her
from a distance, all without her cognition. I knew her patterns, her movements.
And now I was ready. I followed her, leaving my car some ways away, since I knew
she was on metrical foot tonight, because her Porsche had been in the shop class for three days..
fucking deep cunt. She wore a besotted red armoured combat vehicle top and black skinny denim with inkiness boots,
her hanker black whisker left wanton down her back. She smelled of roses, just like the funeral
home ...

I grabbed her as she was unlocking her face 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 pitiful screams.

She tried to squall, and as a instinctive reflex tried to kick 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 thing ...
I bet you never thought this would happen to you."No one ever does, you know.
They all think crime happens to former female child, not themselves.

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

"I doubt that, beef. Who 's going to call the copper ?"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 case paled, and the whacking got more violent.
She was struggling, trying so fucking hard to get gratuitous, out of my unattackable arms.

I am tall. I am laboured. I am built. She 's just a girl, probably not weighing more than 120 pounds.
What chance did she ever have ? Against me ? Against any man ? I held
both her coat of arms with one of mine, and used the other to tear off her shirt. She
was n't wearing a bra, which just made matter well-off for me. Her mammilla were
great than most of my girls, a Nice 36C, with intumescent pink mamilla. I glanced
down and noticed a naval ring accentuated her pale stomach. On impulse
I leaned down and kissed it. She cringed, of track.

"Please. Please, just ... take all my money and stuff, and leave. No one
will make out. Just do n't kill me !"She whispered suddenly, trying to wait
innocent. They all said the Lapplander stupid motherfucker, I thought irritably. I was
already getting exhausted with her. I jerked her pant down, letting the button
pop out. Again with the kick and thrashing.

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

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

God it felt unspoilt ... 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 gabardine neck and squeezed, silencing her cacophony of screeches.
I got enough screaming and bitching back when I was married,
damn if I wanted to hear too much of it these days.

I kept choking her as I fucked that tight ass slit of hers, thrusting my hard cock
in and out of her scrub, loving the tactile property of her against me. I do n't retrieve
she was a virgin, but she obviously had n't had much sex. I pounded away
as the lifetime in her eye faded and dimmed more and more each second,
her endeavor at self defense becoming futile.

I watched her middle, barely alive, as I bit her tit as hard as I could,
pleased at the stemma which oozed out. I let go of her neck- I like
to extend it a piffling, let the bitch suffer. I rolled her on her tum,
sensing she was far too debile to really fight now. Any tries to do so
would be futile and useless.

She had a nice ass, round and firm and uninfluenced. The kind of ass
every man wants to stick his dick into someday. I kissed down her spine
and to her ass, licking it to lubricate it up some, squeezing her ass nerve hard.
"Nooo ... .."She whimpered as I pushed my dick against the tip of her backside,
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 Sir Thomas More
trench penetrating barb, I exploded in her ass, sending thrill of Adam all down
my consistence. I laid on top of her, inside her, for a moment, before getting off.

"Do n't kill 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 follow her die as I fucked her, but now ... well now, at least I would get to crucify her more.

I pushed her on her back again, and pulled out my hunting knife. I cut off one of her nipple
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 hair and spit in her face.

"You are zippo. nothing but a bonk slight fornicatress who deserves everything she got tonight
and more. You are lucky- be grateful- because I 'm going to go ahead and pop you."

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

Later, I disposed of the soundbox, and did my best to make clean up any shadow 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, but I already know the perfect lady friend to be my succeeding
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 .