Posted by Schizoid on December 01, 2006 at 06:42:42:
And after years of struggling with his sexual identity, the son of a bitch descended upon Dallas, Texas. Had the girls and women of Dallas known, they would have been afforded ample time to leave, get out of the city.
He had one last fling in Las Vegas before boarding his plane, one last fling which would set the state of Nevada on fire. Clark County has seen its share of grisly murders, but nothing like this. He had met her on the Strip just outside the Imperial Palace where he had won a few dollars shooting dice. He liked the dice game, craps, because it was always moving and people were rooting for the dice. She had been watching him, especially admiring the way he talked to the dice and acknowledged those around him. She wanted to meet him and did outside the casino.
They walked along sharing the warm night air. Her name was Angela and she had been in Vegas for a few months. She wanted to meet a man who would be nice to her and sweep her off her feet. The son of a bitch was good at that and as she spoke of herself, he imagined what her insides looked like.
A short while later she asked him if there was anything she could do for him to make his life better. He said yes and she knew what he meant. And it just so happened that they were at her place, a small strip motel by the day, week, or month. Her rent was almost up and he pulled out a one hundred dollar bill. She knew again what he meant.
He kissed her mouth and placed his right hand over her breasts, just lightly, but enough to further their arousal. She sat on the bed. He shispered her name which caused her to become thoroughly aroused. She turned off the nightstand light and pulled her blouse over her head slowly. She wanted him to get the full effect of her female aura. The son of a bitch watched with great interest as she removed her blouse. While she did so, she failed to see him remove the surgical knife he concealed in his coat pocket.
He was proud of the knife and he knew how to use it. As she laid down on the bed, she raised her knees and pushed her skirt down to her ankles. Then she kicked the skirt through the air.
He kissed her heartily this time, frenching her as her breathing increased with the passion. He kissed her stomach, her breasts, her mouth time and time again till she was covered in his spittle. She reached for his pants and he stood up suddenly, telling her that he would do that. After he was completely undressed, he resumed his kissing and caressing. She was begging him to fuck her.
As he mounted her, his hard 8 inches of pork sword imbedded itself in her muskiness. She moaned with pleasure and this continued for about thirty minutes. He was in no hurry and she came twice. Still in the darkness with the only light filtering through her shabby window shears, he removed the surgical knife from his jacket. He kissed her one more time and then stuck the sharpened tip of his knife into the soft area under her belly button. He clamped his left hand over her mouth and continued forcing the knife through her lovely body.
He watched her and was fascinated at how slowly she died. He pulled the kife out of her intestines and then stuck her again in the stomach. Blood shot out of her mouth.
Now the son of a bitch went to the bathroom to pee and take a hot shower before leaving for Dallas....