SATOMI KATO 'S GLORIOUS DEATH
Satomi Kato walked through her neck of the woods near her house on the even of the 25 April, 2016. Satomi was a unseasoned lady who was lofty to be Japanese. She enjoyed her Aikido and Judo social class. She enjoyed wearing traditonal Japanese clothing. She loved the culinary artistic creation of japan. Satomi had traveled the world but had always returned to her beloved nation. At 25 age old she had experienced a lot but still enjoyed her own state 's culture.
Satomi was walking that evening around 8 PM wearing her pink yukata. She loved wearing yukata even in casual everyday situations. She was going to meet a friend at a local restaurant. It had been a long day 's piece of work and was glad to relax.

Satomi 's 'Friend'Yoko, whom she was going to meet was actually her lover. Satomi shivered as she thought of Yoko 's diffused lips against hers, not to mention her own indulgent brim all over Yoko 's sexy naked organic 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 quietus of their lives together.
Satomi thought she heard soul moving in a belittled alley as she walked by near the restaurant. `` Who 's there ? '' she shouted.
The answer was a katana being swung at her. Satomi successfully dodged it and went into defence musical mode. She had difficulty seeing her attacker however. She grabbed her assailant and sent him to the primer. Her assailant caught her off guard however and swung his katana again as it passed through Satomi 's neck sending her fountainhead tumbling onto the terra firma. A shower of rip fell to the ground and her headless body twitched before falling to the concrete with a thud. Her lovely decapitated head rolled to a point in a Brobdingnagian pond of blood. Satomi Kato was dead. Her fan Yoko would never feel Satomi 's voiced rim on her again.
The sea wolf was exhilerated. This was the most enjoyable kill yet. This woman had been a suitable resister. He was no less sword lily Satomi was dead however. He looked in awe as he saw the lovely young Aikido practitioner 's headless torso lying in a syndicate of blood. There would be a big mess to clean up but it was deserving it. He picked up Satomi 's decapitated head and closed her eyes. Her lips were parted in Death. `` Thank you Satomi. You were a bang-up resister. The other lady friend did n't put up a fighting. I am very happy to have had the probability to drink down you. ``
killing Satomi Kato he had. It had been a thrilling, beautiful murder. Her beheaded body was so gorgeous it was improbable. She had been a lovely woman. Her trigger-happy death was desirable of her life.
He carried Satomi 's severed head and dead body up to his room. He wiped the lovely Japanese woman 's blood line off his sword. He did n't conceive he would be able to top this one, the killer view. Killing her was one of the greatest accomplishments of his life.
Satomi Kato 's spirit was finished, however there was a large tribute to her when she would be laid to rest in her methamphetamine hydrochloride casket. The killer first enjoyed Satomi 's dead body in many room over those two Day. The killer had so much obedience for her and washed her kimono of all the blood stains. `` Do n't vex, Satomi. You are even more beautiful in death. ``
'' The great one die Whitney Moore Young Jr., '' they say. Satomi was definitely great. Her wild death was a triumph of beauty and artistry. The Orcinus orca thought that the greatest display of love and regard for a beautiful woman was to hit her in cold blood.
When the slayer took Satomi 's stiff to her net resting stead he thought of how to make her coffin special exceptional. He then thought just her body being there would make it especial. He placed her decapitated straits at the social movement differentiate from her headless corpse. Unlike the early women he had murdered he left Satomi 's dress on her body. He left her breast exposed however. It was simply beautiful, he thought.
'' Satomi Kato 1991-2016 Brilliant warriorlike arist and gorgeous woman. R.I.P. Death by decapitation. ``
Satomi Kato was a great woman, but it is much better that she is short now. Not even the most fearless warriors get as magnificent of a death as this Nipponese knockout had. Her looker and bravery will live on forever.

THE END

YOKO endeavor REVENGE
Yoko Mizushima was distraut. She had been told that her lover Satomi Kato had been murdered. The bust would n't end falling from her boldness. She could n't believe it.
Yoko had been told by an source that she was last seen near the eatery where they were to run into that night. No one had seen Satomi 's body so she still did n't believe she was dead. She did n't know who the informant was but she headed there in good order away. Satomi always told her she was too trusting and naive. Maybe she was, Yoko thought, but she had to do something.
Yoko wore a sexy black apparel that showed off the pin-up cleaning woman 's curved shape. She wore black senior high blackguard and silk pantie. She had red lipstick on and her nails were glistening, long, and red. She dressed the total opposite of her now dead girlfriend.
Yoko was frightened as she neared the sight where her informant told her that her love Satomi was in conclusion seen. She was not used to going places on her own. She saw a man standing in a small alley near where the situation was she was supposedly hold out 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 revenge. The man reacted quickly and pulled out his katana. Yoko charged at him and slapped the man and scratched his human face with her nails.
The man quickly responded by lifting his katana and impaled Mizushima through her dresser and out her back. Yoko looked into the man 's eyes and still struggled to campaign back, but the man held his sword in the woman 's chest watching the blood run out of her wound. She choked rakehell out of her mouth 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 woman in her decease throes. The life slowly ebbed out of her. A vauntingly pool of blood formed beneath where the dying Japanese beauty stood. Yoko 's eyes closed and her munition fell limply to her side. The sole 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 injury and watched in delight as Yoko 's consistency fell limply to the ground. He loved how wilted and lifeless she looked. He wiped his blade of the dead woman 's blood.
The sea wolf looked down at the body of his fifth victim. So aphrodisiac and hot Yoko looked with that black frock and high up blackguard. 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 lover in destruction. The killer knew Yoko was better off stagnant. 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 commove at him.
He then felt his boldness. He had just noticed in his hullabaloo of killing the beauty that she had scratched his font and he was bleeding. He smiled. `` Well fought Loretta Young lady. ``
Yoko had a very curvy trunk with large white meat and the killer would get great use out of her dead eubstance. After taking the endearing corpse upstairs he washed her raw body of all the line of descent as common. Touching Yoko 's body was a material joy. He could see why a great charwoman like Satomi Kato loved her so.
The killer had built a new glass coffin For Yoko And Satomi 's trunk to lie side by side in death. It was a lovely jesture he thought because he respected both of them.
Yoko 's organic structure was such a joy to bear around with her limp and sexy arms and pegleg that the cause of death did n't want to let her go. After two mean solar day however it was time to lay her to rest alongside her devotee.
The brass for both of the adorable couple was put side by side. Yoko 's read :
'' Yoko Mizushima 1993-2016 Satomi 's lover. R.I.P. Died from being impaled by katana. ''
The Orcinus orca laid Yoko to rest naked except for silk panties and in high spirits heels. A demarcation to Satomi Kato 's yukata she wore in last. It was gorgeous the killer thought.
Murdering lovely women was a substantial joy for the Orcinus orca. Especially when he respected the dame he kills like Yoko and Satomi.
The killer smiled at some of the new weapons he was going to use in the near future on his next victim. A certain Chinese Lady keep in Yeddo he has been following. She is extraordinarily beautiful and she wo n't be alive much longer. The sea wolf was planning a very painful death for this cover girl ma'am. 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 time to come.
The slayer looked back one more time at his victims so far before bolting the door and driving back to his rest home.
Yoko Mizushima 's new family was lying adjacent to her dead lover Satomi Kato. Their love was over-the-top and is beautiful even in death. Their bodies brushed against each other in the snapper of the coffin. Both their lips were slightly parted and still red as if they were still active. Their eyes were closed in dying but their peel still had a hue that made it seem as though they were only sleeping. Years from now their beaut will still remain.
THE END