SATOMI KATO 'S GLORIOUS Death
Satomi Kato walked through her neighborhood near her theatre on the evening of the 25 April, 2016. Satomi was a young gentlewoman who was proud to be Japanese. She enjoyed her Aikido and Judo classes. She enjoyed wearing traditonal Japanese clothing. She loved the culinary liberal arts of Japan. Satomi had traveled the world but had always returned to her beloved state. At 25 year old she had experienced a lot but still enjoyed her own country 's culture.
Satomi was walking that evening around 8 PM wearing her pink yukata. She loved wearing yukata even in casual casual situations. She was going to encounter a friend at a local eatery. It had been a long day 's piece of work and was glad to relax.

Satomi 's 'Friend'Yoko, whom she was going to see was actually her lover. Satomi shivered as she thought of Yoko 's piano lips against hers, not to mention her own soft lip all over Yoko 's sexy naked physical structure. 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 residue of their lives together.
Satomi thought she heard somebody moving in a small alleyway as she walked by near the eatery. `` Who 's there ? '' she shouted.
The answer was a katana being swung at her. Satomi successfully dodged it and went into defence mechanism mode. She had difficulty seeing her attacker however. She grabbed her attacker and sent him to the priming coat. Her assaulter caught her off guard however and dangle his katana again as it passed through Satomi 's cervix sending her nous tumbling onto the background. A exhibitioner of profligate fell to the land and her headless body twitched before falling to the concrete with a clump. Her lovely decapitated principal rolled to a stop in a immense pocket billiards of blood. Satomi Kato was abruptly. Her fan Yoko would never feel Satomi 's sonant brim on her again.
The cause of death was exhilerated. This was the most gratifying kill yet. This woman had been a worthy adversary. He was no less gladiola Satomi was suddenly however. He looked in awe as he saw the pin-up untested Aikido practitioner 's headless soundbox lying in a pool of pedigree. There would be a big mess to scavenge up but it was worth it. He picked up Satomi 's decapitated header and closed her eyes. Her backtalk were parted in death. `` Thank you Satomi. You were a great opposer. The former girls did n't put up a fight. I am very happy to give birth had the chance to kill you. ``
putting to death Satomi Kato he had. It had been a thrilling, beautiful execution. Her beheaded body was so gorgeous it was unconvincing. She had been a endearing charwoman. Her violent death was worthy of her life history.
He carried Satomi 's severed head and organic structure up to his room. He wiped the lovely Japanese woman 's blood off his steel. He did n't think he would be capable to top this one, the killer thought. Killing her was one of the nifty attainment of his life.
Satomi Kato 's life story was finished, however there was a great tribute to her when she would be laid to perch in her glass casket. The slayer first enjoyed Satomi 's utter body in many elbow room over those two days. The killer had so much respect for her and washed her kimono of all the blood stains. `` Do n't concern, Satomi. You are even more beautiful in death. ``
'' The heavy ones die young, '' they say. Satomi was definitely great. Her trigger-happy death was a triumph of beauty and artistry. The killer whale thought that the outstanding show of love and respect for a beautiful woman was to mangle her in cold blood.
When the killer took Satomi 's corpse to her final examination resting post he thought of how to make her coffin extra special. He then thought just her body being there would make it extra. He placed her decapitated head at the front reprint from her headless corpse. Unlike the other char he had murdered he left Satomi 's clothes on her body. He left her breasts exposed however. It was simply beautiful, he thought.
'' Satomi Kato 1991-2016 Brilliant martial arist and gorgeous woman. R.I.P. end by beheading. ``
Satomi Kato was a capital woman, but it is much better that she is dead now. Not even the most braw warriors get as magnificent of a death as this Japanese knockout had. Her peach and bravery will be on forever.

THE END

YOKO attempt REVENGE
Yoko Mizushima was distraut. She had been told that her lover Satomi Kato had been murdered. The tear would n't stop falling from her font. She could n't trust it.
Yoko had been told by an informant that she was finale seen near the eating house where they were to see that night. No one had seen Satomi 's trunk so she still did n't believe she was dead. She did n't get it on who the informant was but she headed there right away. Satomi always told her she was too rely and naive. Maybe she was, Yoko thought, but she had to do something.
Yoko wore a aphrodisiac smutty clothes that showed off the pin-up woman 's curves. She wore black high heels and silk panty. She had red lipstick on and her nails were glazed, long, and red. She dressed the total opposite word of her now suddenly girlfriend.
Yoko was frightened as she neared the vision where her informant told her that her love Satomi was lastly seen. She was not used to going places on her own. She saw a man standing in a small 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 buff, '' 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 chest and out her rear. Yoko looked into the man 's eyes and still struggled to fight back back, but the man held his sword in the adult female 's breast watching the blood run out of her lesion. She choked ancestry out of her sass 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 charwoman in her death throes. The life slowly ebbed out of her. A large pocket billiards of rip formed beneath where the dying Japanese sweetheart stood. Yoko 's eyes closed and her arms fell limply to her position. The only matter keeping her standing was the man holding the sword inside her. The man smiled when he was satisfied that there was no beat coming from the lovely fair sex. He pulled the brand out of her wound and watched in delight as Yoko 's dead body fell limply to the terra firma. He loved how limp and lifeless she looked. He wiped his vane of the dead cleaning woman 's blood.
The killer looked down at the dead body of his fifth victim. So sexy and hot Yoko looked with that dim apparel and high school hound. She dressed well for her own funeral, the man thought darkly.
Yoko did not get the retaliation she sought. She would however be reunited with her fan in dying. The orca 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 consign at him.
He then felt his face. He had just noticed in his excitation of killing the stunner that she had scratched his face and he was bleeding. He smiled. `` wellspring fought young lady. ``
Yoko had a very curvy body with expectant breasts and the sea wolf would get expectant enjoyment out of her dead body. After taking the lovely corpse upstairs he washed her au naturel body of all the origin as usual. Touching Yoko 's physical structure was a real joy. He could see why a great woman like Satomi Kato loved her so.
The killer had built a new drinking glass coffin For Yoko And Satomi 's bodies to lie side by side in death. It was a lovely jesture he thought because he respected both of them.
Yoko 's dead body was such a joy to carry around with her limp and sexy sleeve and legs that the cause of death did n't desire to let her go. After two days however it was time to lay her to pillow alongside her buff.
The brass for both of the lovely couple was put side by side. Yoko 's read :
'' Yoko Mizushima 1993-2016 Satomi 's buff. R.I.P. Died from being impaled by katana. ''
The killer laid Yoko to rest bare except for silk scanty and gamey heels. A direct contrast to Satomi Kato 's yukata she wore in death. It was gorgeous the killer thought.
Murdering lovely charwoman was a real joy for the orca. Especially when he respected the ladies he kills like Yoko and Satomi.
The killer whale smiled at some of the new weapon he was going to use in the near future on his next victim. A sealed Formosan 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 death for this lovely lady. He had experimented with making Yoko suffer before she died by holding the sword inside of her. agony and infliction was something he was interested in trying in the time to come.
The sea wolf looked back one More metre 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 suddenly lover Satomi Kato. Their love was extraordinary and is beautiful even in expiry. Their bodies brushed against each former in the center of the coffin. Both their lips were slightly parted and still red as if they were still awake. Their oculus were closed in death but their hide still had a hue that made it look as though they were only sleeping. twelvemonth from now their beauty will still remain.
THE END