SATOMI KATO 'S GLORIOUS DEATH
Satomi Kato walked through her neighborhood near her star sign on the eventide of the 25 April, 2016. Satomi was a young peeress 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 man but had always returned to her beloved country. At 25 years old she had experienced a lot but still enjoyed her own res publica 's culture.
Satomi was walking that evening around 8 PM wearing her pink yukata. She loved wearing yukata even in occasional routine situations. She was going to meet a friend at a local restaurant. It had been a long day 's work and was glad to relax.

Satomi 's 'Friend'Yoko, whom she was going to come across was actually her fan. Satomi shivered as she thought of Yoko 's soft rim against hers, not to remark her own diffuse lips all over Yoko 's sexy naked soundbox. Satomi beamed as she though of this. After eating tonight she planned on driving her buff wild in bed. They had met in college and already planned on spending the rest of their lives together.
Satomi thought she heard soul moving in a pocket-size alley as she walked by near the eating place. `` Who 's there ? '' she shouted.
The answer was a katana being swung at her. Satomi successfully dodged it and went into defense lawyers musical mode. She had difficulty seeing her aggressor however. She grabbed her attacker and sent him to the background. Her assaulter caught her off guard however and swing his katana again as it passed through Satomi 's neck sending her head tumbling onto the ground. A cascade of blood fell to the solid ground and her headless consistence twitched before falling to the concrete with a thump. Her lovely decapitated head rolled to a closure in a huge pool of blood. Satomi Kato was dead. Her fan Yoko would never finger Satomi 's balmy mouth on her again.
The killer whale was exhilerated. This was the most enjoyable putting to death yet. This woman had been a suitable opposer. He was no less glad Satomi was dead however. He looked in awe as he saw the lovely unseasoned Aikido practitioner 's headless consistence lying in a pool of blood. There would be a big batch to clean up but it was worth it. He picked up Satomi 's decapitated point and closed her eyes. Her lip were parted in death. `` Thank you Satomi. You were a great opposer. The other girls did n't put up a fighting. I am very glad to have had the chance to defeat you. ``
killing Satomi Kato he had. It had been a thrilling, beautiful murder. Her decollate body was so gorgeous it was unlikely. She had been a adorable womanhood. Her tearing death was worthy of her life.
He carried Satomi 's severed mind and body up to his elbow room. He wiped the lovely Nipponese woman 's rake off his sword. He did n't remember he would be able to top this one, the killer thought process. Killing her was one of the nifty accomplishment of his life.
Satomi Kato 's life was finished, however there was a great tribute to her when she would be laid to perch in her chicken feed coffin. The sea wolf first enjoyed Satomi 's dead organic structure in many ways over those two Clarence Day. The killer had so often respectfulness for her and washed her kimono of all the rip stains. `` Do n't worry, Satomi. You are even more beautiful in demise. ``
'' The great ones die young, '' they say. Satomi was definitely with child. Her violent death was a triumph of beauty and artistry. The killer thought that the swell show of love and respect for a beautiful womanhood was to murder her in cold blood.
When the killer took Satomi 's stiff to her final resting place he thought of how to create her coffin extra exceptional. He then thought just her soundbox being there would make it peculiar. He placed her decapitated foreland at the front man class from her headless corpse. Unlike the early women he had murdered he left Satomi 's apparel on her soundbox. He left her breasts exposed however. It was simply beautiful, he thought.
'' Satomi Kato 1991-2016 Brilliant soldierly arist and gorgeous woman. R.I.P. Death by decapitation. ``
Satomi Kato was a great woman, but it is much safe that she is dead now. Not even the most intrepid warriors get as glorious of a death as this Japanese beauty had. Her smasher and bravery will survive on forever.

THE END

YOKO TRIES retaliation
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 conceive it.
Yoko had been told by an witness that she was end seen near the eating house where they were to suffer that night. No one had seen Satomi 's dead body so she still did n't believe she was dead. She did n't know who the informant was but she headed there rectify away. Satomi always told her she was too trusting and uninitiated. Maybe she was, Yoko thought, but she had to do something.
Yoko wore a aphrodisiacal dim wearing apparel that showed off the cover girl woman 's curves. She wore black eminent heels and silk scanty. 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 peck where her witnesser told her that her dear Satomi was last seen. She was not used to going property on her own. She saw a man standing in a small alley near where the internet 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 retaliation. 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 back. Yoko looked into the man 's center and still struggled to defend back, but the man held his sword in the woman 's breast watching the blood run out of her injury. She choked lineage out of her oral fissure 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 fair sex in her death throe. The life slowly ebbed out of her. A large pool of ancestry formed beneath where the dying Japanese ravisher stood. Yoko 's eyes closed and her limb fell limply to her face. The lone 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 woman. He pulled the sword out of her wound and watched in delight as Yoko 's soundbox fell limply to the ground. He loved how limp and lifeless she looked. He wiped his steel of the perfectly cleaning woman 's blood.
The slayer looked down at the soundbox of his 5th victim. So sexy and hot Yoko looked with that bleak dress and richly heels. 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 devotee in death. The killer knew Yoko was just off idle. 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 expression. He had just noticed in his excitement of killing the beauty that she had scratched his case and he was bleeding. He smiled. `` well fought Brigham Young lady. ``
Yoko had a very curvy dead body with large breasts and the Orcinus orca would get big use out of her all in body. After taking the lovely stiff upstairs he washed her naked body of all the blood line as usual. Touching Yoko 's consistency was a real joy. He could see why a great woman like Satomi Kato loved her so.
The killer had built a new trash coffin For Yoko And Satomi 's consistence to lie side by side in dying. It was a cover girl jesture he thought because he respected both of them.
Yoko 's organic structure was such a joy to expect around with her hobble and sexy weapon system and legs that the killer did n't want to let her go. After two years however it was fourth dimension to lay her to stay alongside her lover.
The memorial tablet for both of the cover girl couplet was put side by side. Yoko 's read :
'' Yoko Mizushima 1993-2016 Satomi 's fan. R.I.P. Died from being impaled by katana. ''
The Orcinus orca laid Yoko to take a breather defenseless except for silk panties and high dog. A contrast to Satomi Kato 's yukata she wore in end. 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 weapon system he was going to use in the near hereafter on his next victims. A sure Chinese lady living in Japanese capital he has been following. She is extraordinarily beautiful and she wo n't be awake much longer. The killer was planning a very painful decease for this endearing lady. He had experimented with making Yoko suffer before she died by holding the sword inside of her. Torture and pain was something he was interested in trying in the future.
The orca looked back one more time at his victim so far before bolting the door and driving back to his home plate.
Yoko Mizushima 's new home plate was lying adjacent to her bushed lover Satomi Kato. Their love was extraordinary and is beautiful even in end. Their consistence brushed against each other in the meat of the casket. Both their sass were slightly parted and still red as if they were still active. Their middle were closed in death but their cutis still had a hue that made it look as though they were only sleeping. twelvemonth from now their beauty will still stay on.
THE END