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A sits in front of her computer, obsessively combing thru sites about serial killers. She has been researching them for month---both in books and computers. It is not a project for school--just for her.

Today, she is thrilled because her internet just got repaired. The boy just left and she was back, surfing. She ultimately finds some pics and vid of murder marionettes. She is utterly revved on by this and embarks to jack.

The internet boy was sneaking back into the apartment behind her and at the right moment, attacks, twitching her out of the tabouret. There is a fight, but ultimately she is out.

He takes her into her bedroom. She is hog tied and unconscious When she wakes up, he is circling her menacingly with a wooden bat.

She begs for her freedom, but he is silent and concentrated. She determined to attractiveness to him the only way she knew how--sexually. She could tell he was interested in her. And, so, he took the bait and studied her figure as she was trussed on the floor.

He takes her to her couch, and lets her inhale his schlong for a while. Finally, she is frustrated because she cannot get him off.

He is frustrated as well and ambles off and commences digging thru his bag. Ultimately, he tells her the truth. He is one of the killers she has been researching on. He was also in her mansion earlier fixing her internet. And now, the only way he can be with a dame, is if she is dead.

She commences to funk at the realization that this just isn't some rape-fantasy, but he means to end her life and penetrate her dead assets. No matter how many times she herself daydreamed about the during her research, she could not even fathom it happening in reality.

He was on her hastily and as she struggled, he ball-gagged and adorned her eyes.

Now he was well-prepped. She had no idea what was about to happen. Then, it strike her--literally. Anguish, warm burning anguish shot thru her as he ravaged her with the bat. And just when she tho he would stop, he would commence again. All over her youthfull, petite figure, he beaten her with the wooden bat. Again and again---legs, belly, head, nothing was spared.

She was going to die....she could not do a thing. She kept letting out noises--anything to prove she was alive, but that just made him strike her more. Briefly, he whacked her a few times in the back of the head and she was delirious Eventually, he flipped her over and lined up the bat for the last time. Her face.

He let her have it with all his might---crushing every manhood in her face until she was a bleeding pulp.

Now she was dead and he was well-prepped for her. He opened up her gams and fingerblasted her a bit, noticing she was a bit humid. He flipped her over, hoisted her caboose in the air and pulverized her rear end fashion for a while.

Then, he spinned her back on her back, and pounded her missionary. Ultimately he humped her boobs, then splashed his explosion all over her face. Now, he was completed. He laid a single rose on her as was his signature. Then, he demolished her entirely by shooting her in the head, spilling blood and boner everywhere.
Then, he left to find his next victim.