SATOMI KATO 'S GLORIOUS DEATH
Satomi Kato walked through her vicinity near her firm on the evening of the 25 April, 2016. Satomi was a immature lady who was proud to be Japanese. She enjoyed her Aikido and Judo division. She enjoyed wearing traditonal Japanese wearable. She loved the culinary arts of japan. Satomi had traveled the world but had always returned to her beloved body politic. At 25 age old she had experienced a lot but still enjoyed her own country 's culture.
Satomi was walking that evening around 8 PM wearing her pink yukata. She loved wearing yukata even in cursory everyday billet. She was going to meet a ally at a topical anaesthetic eating place. It had been a hanker day 's work and was glad to relax.

Satomi 's 'Friend'Yoko, whom she was going to touch was actually her lover. Satomi shivered as she thought of Yoko 's soft lips against hers, not to mention her own soft lips all over Yoko 's sexy naked consistence. 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 rest of their lifespan together.
Satomi thought she heard someone moving in a small alley as she walked by near the restaurant. `` Who 's there ? '' she shouted.
The resolution was a katana being swung at her. Satomi successfully dodged it and went into vindication mode. She had difficulty seeing her attacker however. She grabbed her aggressor and sent him to the ground. Her attacker caught her off safety however and swung his katana again as it passed through Satomi 's neck sending her head tumbling onto the solid ground. A cascade of blood line fell to the ground and her headless consistency twitched before falling to the concrete with a thud. Her lovely decapitated headland rolled to a stop in a immense pond of blood. Satomi Kato was dead. Her buff Yoko would never finger Satomi 's sonant lips on her again.
The killer was exhilerated. This was the most enjoyable kill yet. This womanhood had been a worthy resister. He was no less glad Satomi was stagnant however. He looked in awe as he saw the endearing new Aikido practitioner 's headless body lying in a pond of blood. There would be a big raft to clean up but it was deserving it. He picked up Satomi 's decapitated fountainhead and closed her optic. Her lip were parted in destruction. `` Thank you Satomi. You were a dandy antagonist. The former little girl did n't put up a fighting. I am very happy to have had the fortune to stamp out you. ``
Kill Satomi Kato he had. It had been a thrilling, beautiful execution. Her decapitate body was so gorgeous it was unbelievable. She had been a lovely woman. Her trigger-happy death was worthy of her life.
He carried Satomi 's severed headspring and body up to his room. He wiped the lovely Japanese woman 's roue off his blade. He did n't think he would be able to top this one, the killer idea. Killing her was one of the greatest acquisition of his life.
Satomi Kato 's life was finished, however there was a great tribute to her when she would be laid to roost in her glass casket. The sea wolf first enjoyed Satomi 's dead body in many manner over those two days. The killer had so much respect for her and washed her kimono of all the blood stains. `` Do n't worry, Satomi. You are even more beautiful in decease. ``
'' The outstanding unity die untested, '' they say. Satomi was definitely not bad. Her violent death was a triumph of lulu and art. The killer thought that the greatest display of honey and respectfulness for a beautiful woman was to murder her in coldness blood.
When the orca took Satomi 's remains to her terminal resting place he thought of how to reach her coffin extra especial. He then thought just her body being there would make it special. He placed her decapitated heading at the front severalize from her headless corpse. Unlike the other women he had murdered he left Satomi 's clothes on her eubstance. He left her breasts exposed however. It was simply beautiful, he thought.
'' Satomi Kato 1991-2016 Brilliant martial arist and gorgeous woman. R.I.P. Death by decapitation. ``
Satomi Kato was a great womanhood, but it is much right that she is deadened now. Not even the most brave warriors get as splendid of a end as this Nipponese ravisher had. Her beauty and courage will live on 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 kibosh falling from her face. She could n't believe it.
Yoko had been told by an informant that she was finale seen near the eatery where they were to foregather that nighttime. No one had seen Satomi 's body so she still did n't believe she was utter. She did n't experience who the informant was but she headed there compensate away. Satomi always told her she was too trustful and naive. Maybe she was, Yoko thought, but she had to do something.
Yoko wore a aphrodisiacal black apparel that showed off the lovely woman 's bender. She wore black high hound and silk panties. She had red lip rouge on and her nails were lustrous, long, and red. She dressed the tot up contrary of her now perfectly girlfriend.
Yoko was frightened as she neared the batch where her informant told her that her beloved Satomi was last seen. She was not used to going places on her own. She saw a man standing in a small alley near where the site was she was supposedly concluding 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 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 middle and still struggled to fight back, but the man held his sword in the woman 's pectus 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 adult female in her death throe. The life slowly ebbed out of her. A large pool of bloodline formed beneath where the dying Japanese beauty stood. Yoko 's eyes closed and her implements of war fell limply to her side of meat. The only thing keeping her standing was the man holding the sword inside her. The man smiled when he was fulfill that there was no pulsate coming from the endearing womanhood. He pulled the sword out of her wound and watched in delight as Yoko 's soundbox fell limply to the ground. He loved how hobble and lifeless she looked. He wiped his blade of the beat char 's blood.
The slayer looked down at the physical structure of his twenty percent dupe. So aphrodisiacal and hot Yoko looked with that black dress and highschool heels. She dressed well for her own funeral, the man thought darkly.
Yoko did not get the revenge she sought. She would however be reunited with her devotee in death. The grampus knew Yoko was effective off dead. 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 consign at him.
He then felt his face. He had just noticed in his excitement of killing the peach that she had scratched his expression and he was bleeding. He smiled. `` Well fought young gentlewoman. ``
Yoko had a very sonsie consistency with vauntingly breasts and the killer would get great enjoyment out of her dead body. After taking the lovely remains upstairs he washed her naked body of all the blood as usual. Touching Yoko 's body was a real joy. He could see why a bully fair sex like Satomi Kato loved her so.
The killer had built a new ice coffin For Yoko And Satomi 's bodies to lie face by side in death. It was a cover girl jesture he thought because he respected both of them.
Yoko 's torso was such a joy to bear around with her hitch and sexy arms and legs that the killer did n't desire to let her go. After two years however it was time to lay her to rest alongside her lover.
The memorial tablet for both of the pin-up 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 killer laid Yoko to rest raw except for silk panty and in high spirits bounder. A demarcation to Satomi Kato 's yukata she wore in death. It was gorgeous the killer thought.
Murdering lovely char was a real joy for the killer. Especially when he respected the ladies 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 following victims. A sure Chinese lady livelihood in Tokyo he has been following. She is extraordinarily beautiful and she wo n't be alive much longer. The killer whale was planning a very sore last for this lovely lady. He had experimented with making Yoko suffer before she died by holding the steel inside of her. torture and annoyance was something he was interest in trying in the future tense.
The cause of death looked back one more sentence at his victims so far before bolting the room access and driving back to his base.
Yoko Mizushima 's new home was lying next to her numb lover Satomi Kato. Their love was extraordinary and is beautiful even in death. Their bodies brushed against each other in the center of the coffin. Both their lips were slightly parted and still red as if they were still alert. Their oculus were closed in decease but their skin still had a hue that made it appear as though they were only sleeping. twelvemonth from now their sweetheart will still remain.
THE END