My Dying wickedness saint

I don't think she had a clue what was coming.
I doubt it ever even crossed her mind that I was following her.
Stupid cunt.

Please, let me stick in myself. My name is Alexi. I was born in Russia but have
lived in the States for many class now. Who I was is not crucial.
My life-time, in fact, is not important. And neither is anyone else's.

Who am I now ? Some would say I'm a grampus. A rapist. A cruel hearted bastard.
A sadist. A psycho. And those people would be right, it's true. I am all of those,
and Thomas More. But others, the 1 I favor, would forebode me an arist. A genuis.
Just because I actually end living, and look at beautiful girls against their will,
does not take in me worse than most men. Everyone has their sick fantasies,
I just prefer mine to be satisfied.

Tonight, they were.

She wasn't quite like the young lady I usually captured- I generally prefer blonde girlfriend with spicy eyes and small-scale, youngster white meat. She was an jet black haired dreary fairy, with glittering green middle
and very get down alabaster skin. I don't know why, but she appealed to me deeply
and I knew I just had to induce her.

I saw her first at Starbucks, and I followed her menage. For two calendar week, I monitored her
from a distance, all without her knowledge. I knew her pattern, her movements.
And now I was ready. I followed her, leaving my car some style away, since I knew
she was on metrical unit tonight, because her Porsche had been in the shop for three days..
fucking rich cunt. She wore a soaked red tank top and dim skinny dungaree with Shirley Temple rush,
her longsighted black hair left unloose down her back. She smelled of rosiness, just like the funeral
home...

I grabbed her as she was unlocking her front line door, and pushed her inside.
I normally would make taken her with me, but convient for me, she lived
even more isolated than me... no one would take heed her pathetic screams.

She tried to yell, and as a reflex tried to kick 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 take heed ? 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 offence happens to other young woman, not themselves.

“ You'll go to imprison ! ” She hissed through her dentition, the conflict still in her eyes.

“ I doubt that, bitch. Who's going to call the cops ? ” 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 look paled, and the beating got more violent.
She was struggling, trying so fucking hard to get liberal, out of my potent arms.

I am improbable. I am heavy. I am built. She's just a girl, probably not weighing Sir Thomas More than 120 pounds.
What chance did she ever have ? Against me ? Against any man ? I held
both her blazonry with one of mine, and used the former to tear off her shirt. She
wasn't wearing a bra, which just made matter easier for me. Her teat were
larger than virtually of my fille, a nice 36C, with puffy pink nipples. I glanced
down and noticed a naval ring accentuated her blench breadbasket. On impulse
I leaned down and kissed it. She cringed, of course of action.

“ Please. Please, just... take all my money and stuff, and leave. No one
will know. Just don't kill me ! ” She whispered suddenly, trying to seem
inexperienced person. They all said the same stupid bullshit, I thought irritably. I was
already getting exhausted with her. I jerked her pants down, letting the clit
pop out. Again with the kick and thrashing.

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

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

God it felt thoroughly... it had been a spell, I realized. Really shouldn't let myself
go so long without satisfaction. Not healthy, you know.

She screamed louder and louder, so finally I put my workforce around
her ovalbumin neck opening and squeezed, silencing her clamor of screeches.
I got enough screaming and bitching back when I was married,
damn if I wanted to learn too much of it these days.

I kept choking her as I fucked that cockeyed ass snatch of hers, thrusting my hard cock
in and out of her bush, loving the feel of her against me. I don't think
she was a virgin, but she obviously hadn't had a lot sex. I pounded away
as the life in her optic faded and dimmed more and more each indorsement,
her attempt at self defense mechanism becoming futile.

I watched her eyes, barely alive, as I bit her mammilla as intemperate as I could,
pleased at the blood which oozed out. I let go of her neck- I like
to sustain it a little, let the bitch suffer. I rolled her on her breadbasket,
sensing she was far too weak to really fight now. Any tries to do so
would be futile and useless.

She had a overnice ass, round and firm and unmoved. The variety of ass
every man wants to stay his dick into someday. I kissed down her spur
and to her ass, licking it to lubricate it up some, squeezing her ass cheeks hard.
“ Nooo..... ” She whimpered as I pushed my dick against the tip of her posterior,
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 shudders of ecstasy all down
my body. I laid on top of her, inside her, for a moment, before getting off.

“ Don't 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 twat 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 torment her more.

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

“ You are nothing. naught but a know little slut who deserves everything she got tonight
and more. You are lucky- be grateful- because I'm going to go ahead and kill you. ”

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

Later, I disposed of the body, and did my skilful to clean up any traces of DNA and just
make it seem like she packed up and left. I'm sure I won't be caught- I never am.

Now, I'm just driving home, but I already know the perfect girl to be my next
victim.

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

I always get what I want.