My Dying Dark Angel Falls

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

Please, let me introduce myself. My gens is Alexi. I was born in Russian Federation but have
lived in America for many years now. Who I was is not important.
My living, in fact, is not authoritative. And neither is anyone else's.

Who am I now ? Some would say I 'm a slayer. 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 ones I favor, would squall me an arist. A genuis.
Just because I actually end lives, and take beautiful young woman against their will,
does not piddle me worse than most men. Everyone has their brainsick 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 young woman with blue oculus and small, child breasts. She was an coal black haired dingy fairy, with glittering super C eyes
and very spark alabaster skin. I do n't get it on 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 distance, all without her knowledge. I knew her patterns, her movements.
And now I was cook. I followed her, leaving my car some ways away, since I knew
she was on infantry tonight, because her Porsche had been in the shop for three days..
fucking rich bitch. She wore a tight red army tank top and inglorious skinny denim with black the boot,
her long black hair left loose down her back. She smelled of roses, just like the funeral
home plate ...

I grabbed her as she was unlocking her front line doorway, 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 pitiable screams.

She tried to scream, and as a reflex response tried to give up 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 manage ? You misfortunate, poor thing ...
I bet you never thought this would befall to you."No one ever does, you know.
They all think crime happens to early girls, not themselves.

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

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

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

I am magniloquent. I am grievous. I am built. She 's just a young lady, probably not weighing more than 120 pounds.
What probability did she ever possess ? 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 easier for me. Her tits were
bigger than to the highest degree of my girls, a courteous 36C, with puffy pinko nipples. I glanced
down and noticed a naval ring accentuated her pale stomach. On impulse
I leaned down and kissed it. She cringed, of trend.

"Please. Please, just ... take all my money and stuff, and leave. No one
will have sex. Just do n't kill me !"She whispered suddenly, trying to face
innocent. They all said the Same poor fish red cent, I thought irritably. I was
already getting exhausted with her. I jerked her pants down, letting the push
pop out. Again with the kick and thrashing.

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

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

God it felt honest ... it had been a spell, I realized. Really should n't let myself
go so long without gratification. Not intelligent, you know.

She screamed louder and louder, so finally I put my men around
her clean 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 tight ass cunt of hers, thrusting my hard cock
in and out of her Dubya, loving the feel of her against me. I do n't think
she was a Virgo, but she obviously had n't had much sex. I pounded away
as the liveliness in her eyes faded and dimmed Sir Thomas More and Thomas More each moment,
her attempt at self defense becoming futile.

I watched her eyes, barely alive, as I bit her nipple as hard as I could,
pleased at the rip 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 abdomen,
sensing she was far too weak to really agitate now. Any endeavour to do so
would be futile and useless.

She had a prissy ass, round and business firm and unmoved. The kind of ass
every man wants to stick his pecker into someday. I kissed down her thorn
and to her ass, licking it to lube it up some, squeezing her ass buttock 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. roll in the hay, I was going to cum ... .with a few more
deep penetrating slams, I exploded in her ass, sending shudders of raptus all down
my body. I laid on top of her, inside her, for a moment, before getting off.

"Do n't pour 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 choke her and watch her die as I fucked her, but now ... well now, at least I would get to frustrate her more.

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

"You are nix. Nothing but a flaming little slut who deserves everything she got tonight
and more than. You are lucky- be grateful- because I 'm going to go ahead and vote down 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 best to clean up any vestige of DNA and just
make it seem like she packed up and left. I 'm sure I wo n't be caught- I never am.

Now, I 'm just driving home, but I already know the perfect miss 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 .