He cut all of her clothes with scissors and threw a naked belly on the bed. It took me a few minutes to tie my hands and feet to the edges of the bed with scotch tape. She wagged her ass so excitingly, looked at me so blankly that I admired her for a moment. But we really could get it. Sexy, unusual, smart, and her cunt? Are there songs in the world to adequately praise its magnificence?

And after a couple of days, I’ll lose not only her cunt, but any other cunt because of her. Forever and ever! I allowed my anger to build up inside me, feeling the hate overwhelm me and crave for liberation. I did not worry, she will find it. I may have programmed my whole life, but now I have the last game left, and I was going to enjoy it to the fullest. Slowly, savoring the moment, I pulled out the belt and whistled it down her ass.

Her screams were even heard through the scotch and gag, under him. Again and again I put my belt on her, enjoying her barely audible sobs. I beat her on the back, ass and legs until there was no place left on her, not covered with red marks caused by my rage. I put down the belt and sat at her feet. Hands, I parted her bloody ass, enjoying the new screams that caused my touch. Dampening my cock, I broke into her ass. Maybe she had many lovers before me, but I am sure that she did not feel such pleasure from anyone's member in her ass.

It was great sex, everything was wonderful. Her tears and stifled rales excited me more than ever. She constantly fidgeted under me, trying to find a position in which she would not be so pained. From all this I was covered with her blood, and it was beautiful. I have never had a virgin, but this blood was even better. Many have a member of the dirty blood in the girls, but how many of them bathed in their blood entirely? Many times I approached orgasm, but, stopping, did not reach it in order to prolong the pleasure. Finally, I was tired to fuck this whore and let go of my orgasm, waiting for the influx of light, to which I was already used to Olya.

The orgasm was heavy, not like before, and there was not even a hint of light. Apparently, Olya did not want to share with me the light in this way. I had been angry with her before, but this is her last betrayal of me, dispelled me completely. I jumped to my feet and started kicking her ribs and head with her, until she fell silent. When I realized that she had fainted and no longer felt my blows, I stood over her and began to urinate on her.

It was the last thing I could do with it.

Then I remembered the toys hidden in my house. I decided to bring them to play with Olenka when she wakes up.

I got dressed and went home. All the passersby looked at me strangely, but I did not pay attention to them. I was all in my fantasies. At the next corner, a couple of policemen stopped me and asked if I was injured. I did not understand what they were asking and answered that I was feeling just great.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my reflection behind them in the shop window. Disheveled hair, face and hands covered in blood and I laughed. The police looked at me waryly and waited.

- Oh, that? This is a very funny story, it's just that there is such a thing ... - without letting them figure out what I have absolutely nothing to say, I rushed at one of them and pushed at the second. While they were trying to get up, I dove into the nearest courtyard and ran.

I rushed more than ever, winding between the cars, fearing that they would start shooting. Finally, I saw the metro icon away - it was a chance. Just dive into the crowd, and there it will be necessary only to at least wipe off your face and no one will find me. Who knows, I can find a way to hide from justice altogether. 200 meters to the subway, 100. When there was already 50 meters to the underpass, I turned around for a moment and did not see anyone behind.With an enthusiastic cry, I ran into the crossing and began to dodge in the crowd. There was no time to buy a ticket and I made my way through the human congestion and jumped over the turnstile.

The guard came straight from the pillar and grabbed my arm. I tried to break free. But could not. With a scream, I rushed at him and threw him to the ground, I barely escaped and wanted to run again, as the second fell upon me. While they were holding me, my persecutors ran up to me, and, pulling my hands up with my handcuffs, they dragged me to the department to figure it out.

There was no sense in speaking, and I decided to keep quiet and wait. 3 days they figured out my name. After another two I took a test for dna. Two weeks have passed and now I'm in court. Cameras, journalists, interviews - everything is as it should be - a star.

Understanding that there is nothing to lose, I told journalists everything and even something from above. But during interrogations he continued to remain silent. Already simply out of stubbornness, than from the calculation.

The only thing I said in court was a petition for putting me in solitary confinement. 3 months of hearings and trials, and here it is the hour of the announcement of the sentence.

“By a court decision, blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah bla bla bla bla

Of course, I did not expect an award, in fact, I did not really hope to get out of prison, but a colony, but strictly, but for life, but on general grounds. This is not a life sentence, it is a sentence of my death penalty.

I started shouting about injustice, cruelty, about killing me. I begged for mercy, begged for mercy, shouted that I would not do it again ... but I met only the indifferent views of the people around me.

And the last thing that I saw when I was dragged out of the courtroom - these are the Eyes of the Bitch, mockingly looking at me from the hall.