My Dying nighttime Angel

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

Please, let me enclose 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 life, in fact, is not of import. And neither is anyone else's.

Who am I now ? Some would say I 'm a killer. A rapist. A cruel hearted bastard.
A sadist. A psycho. And those hoi polloi would be right, it 's true. I am all of those,
and more. But others, the ones I favor, would visit me an arist. A genuis.
Just because I actually end lives, and take beautiful girl against their will,
does not clear me speculative than near men. Everyone has their queasy phantasy,
I just prefer mine to be satisfied.

Tonight, they were.

She was n't quite like the female child I usually captured- I generally prefer blonde girls with aristocratic eyes and small, kid breasts. She was an ebony haired coloured faery, with glittering greens eyes
and very unaccented onyx marble pelt. 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 home plate. For two week, I monitored her
from a distance, all without her knowledge. I knew her patterns, her movements.
And now I was ready. I followed her, leaving my car some room away, since I knew
she was on foundation tonight, because her Porsche had been in the shop for three days..
fucking copious bitch. She wore a blotto red tank top and ignominious skinny jeans with disastrous boots,
her long melanize hairsbreadth left loose down her back. She smelled of pink wine, just like the funeral
base ...

I grabbed her as she was unlocking her front door, and pushed her inside.
I normally would have taken her with me, but convient for me, she lived
even more insulate than me ... no one would hear her pitiful screams.

She tried to scream, and as a instinctive reflex tried to recoil 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 hear ? Who will care ? You pathetic, poor thing ...
I bet you never thought this would hap to you."No one ever does, you know.
They all think criminal offence happens to former miss, not themselves.

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

"I doubt that, bitch. Who 's going to shout out the copper ?"I asked, leering at her.

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

I am tall. I am large. I am built. She 's just a young woman, probably not weighing more than 120 pounds.
What chance did she ever induce ? Against me ? Against any man ? I held
both her weapon with one of mine, and used the early to displume off her shirt. She
was n't wearing a bra, which just made things comfortable for me. Her tits were
full-grown than to the highest degree of my little girl, a decent 36C, with puffy garden pink nipples. I glanced
down and noticed a naval hoop accentuated her pale stomach. On nerve impulse
I leaned down and kissed it. She cringed, of trend.

"Please. Please, just ... take all my money and poppycock, and leave. No one
will hump. Just do n't kill me !"She whispered suddenly, trying to look
innocent. They all said the like poor fish shit, I thought irritably. I was
already getting exhausted with her. I jerked her knickers down, letting the clit
pop out. Again with the kicking and lacing.

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

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

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

She screamed louder and louder, so finally I put my hands around
her white neck opening 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 besotted ass cunt of hers, thrusting my hard peter
in and out of her Bush, loving the look of her against me. I do n't intend
she was a virgin, but she obviously had n't had a great deal sex. I pounded away
as the life in her eyes faded and dimmed more than and more each second,
her attempts at self defensive measure becoming futile.

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

She had a Nice ass, cycle and firm and unswayed. The kind of ass
every man wants to puzzle his peter into someday. I kissed down her spine
and to her ass, licking it to lube it up some, squeezing her ass nerve 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 more than
deep penetrating slam, I exploded in her ass, sending quiver of rapture all down
my dead body. 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 watch her die as I fucked her, but now ... well now, at to the lowest degree I would get to torment 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 tomentum and expectoration in her face.

"You are cipher. Nothing but a fucking trivial slut who deserves everything she got this night
and to a greater extent. You are lucky- be grateful- because I 'm going to go ahead and obliterate you."

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

Later, I disposed of the dead body, and did my topper to clean up any ghost 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 plate, but I already know the complete girl to be my next
victim.

This one, I know personally, my lovely coworker Abby. And like all the others,
she would go to me.

I always get what I want .