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Old 07-06-2016, 07:38 PM
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He watches them from the embankment, the girls walking by on a cool summer day. He picks carefully. The first is blonde, cute, but probably way too young. He liked them a little older then his neighbor's daughters -- always jumping on their damn trampoline til late night hours, squealing and talking on their cell phones. Next was a curly-haired brunette, again very cute, but he feared too young as well. She was probably still in high school. He kept watching. The next girl looked perfect. He could tell she was in college. She would probably have her own apartment. He set about following her.

Later that day Emma arrived at her hotel room and called her mom. Emma was in town for a sorority convention being held at the local Value Suites. She was supposed to have a roommate, but the othe girl did not show up. She would be in the room alone. Good, she liked it that way anyhow. As she stood and stared at the boring hotel art on the wall, the stalker came up behind her -- approaching slowly down the stairs. As she bit into an apple, he lunged forward, knocking her hard on the table. The apple rolled on the floor. She was out cold. Time to play.

He roughly pulls at her clothing, exposing her soft flesh. He feels her petite tits and soft skin as he works on undressing her. He takes his time with her, tasting her flesh, licking her nipples, sucking her tits. After a while, he pulls out his murder weapon, a medium length nylon rope. He carefully double wraps it around her neck then looks at her beautiful unconscious form. Sitting on the table next to her, he starts to pull the rope tight. As it digs into the flesh of her neck, she wakes up and instantly starts struggling. Her mouth opens wide, tongue flies out, her eye are wide. She bucks her hips, her legs kick wildly and she fights for her life. He is strong and has done this many, many times. He keeps constant pressure on his victim, watching closely for signs of weakening, signs of dying. She continues to fight hard for some time, but eventually starts to slow down. He admires the tone of her young body, reveling in the knowledge of her impending death. The power he feels as he takes her life is orgasmic to him.

As she starts to spasm and her arms flailed uncontrollably, he leans in for the finish, using all his strength to take what was left of life from this girl. As she becomes still and her eyes fix, he looks into her face, watching for that moment where life leaves and she was just a shell of what once was a beautiful and alive young girl. Then she is dead.

He lets the rope go -- flipping it up like it was old news. His use for her is practically done. He had taken what he wanted, received his reward for want he did, another life and the craving was momentarily quashed, if only for the shear amount of energy it took to kill the girl. He removed his rope, fixed her glasses and posed her on the table, ultimately sitting her up under the very picture she found boring that now, with her dead body beneath it, was everything but.
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