*Disclaimer** This is a work of fiction. I do not condone real violence against women. This story is a piece of snuff fantasy and that's all it should be. A fantasy.
The anticipation was eating away at my patience. She was gorgeous, pale skin glistening bright against her tattoos, pierced tits and belly teasing me from beneath her cropped yellow top. The back door had been the obvious choice, the small bolt easily broken as I had made my way inside, creeping up to her room and peering through the cracked door. Her petite body was admiring itself, one hand running down her legs to play with the tender regions of her pussy, her black pants hiding the action from me. I could see her eyes close shut in the mirror before her; and that's when I pounced. My right hand clasped itself over her mouth as her eyes burst open, my other arm gripping her around the waist as she struggled against my grip. As her body struggled I felt my heart quicken, her panicked form causing my cock to harden. My free hand roamed her slender body, lingering on her supple tits before snaking their way up to her forehead. SNAP. Her body seized resisting as her beautiful neck snapped, the only movement remaining involuntary twitches as she died. I propped her up against the white wall and admired her still corpse, her black jeans now soaked in piss as her bladder emptied itself. I kissed her warms lips, my hands tearing the seams off her pants off to reveal her shaved pussy. My own pants feel to the floor, my throbbing cock begging to find its way into her still warm cunt. The ecstasy I felt as I worked my way inside her was indescribable, her dead, green eyes stared at me indifferently as I began to thrust deep inside of her, head bouncing at an unnatural angle as I fucked her. I pulled the top of her top over her pierced tits, enjoying the taste of them as I ran my lips over her breasts. I let out a deep moan and pulled out, prying her cold mouth open and forced my cock deep inside her mouth, crying out in ecstasy as I felt the metal ball of her tongue piercing tub it's way along my shaft. I ravaged her throat, throbbing cock making it's way as far down as it could physically go, my thrusts slamming her head against the wall, a small trickle of blood now seeping down the back of her skull. Finally I pulled out, my cum cascading her face in a white waterfall of lust. A glob drooped down her now blue lips and more splattered against her cheeks and eyes, unfeeling lids not even flinching as the made their mark. I stepped back and the cum covered, piss stained beauty before me. And pulled out my Polaroid camera. I needed to remember this for the rest of my days. Remember this angel before me. I snapped the shot and placed the shaken photo in my back pocket before scouring the house for the gasoline I'd placed away, pouring the contents once the corpse and down the staircase. A waste, but a necessary one. I took one last good look at my angel before flicking a match onto her body, and making my escape.
