Strangler.

Taken from behind with a start as the air starts to leave your lungs.

Scratching and kicking until they kick the bucket,no savior to prevent me from taking your life out of sight of the public eye.

Eyes meet as they  realize there dead meat and about to meet what ever god let them stumble into my eye of sight.


Sight faiding and the sound of choking beginning to fade as I deliver lower back blows with my knee.

Pretty little thing in knee highs about to experiencing new heights of suffering, little things,
her tugging and moaning still stick with me even after I left her corpse behind.