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Stalking Her

I followed her for months on end as stealthy as a fox
Always keeping her in my line of sight like a sniper
Waiting for the right time to make my sinister move
Oh the cruel vial things l want to do to her gives me a thrill
Stalking her late one evening tonight is the night
Grabbing her putting my hunting knife at her throat
She kicks and tries to fight my grasp but I overcome her
Throwing her into the dark alley against the cold brick wall
She cries
She begs
She screams
She kicks
As I carve my mark on her arm then fuck �her hard
She cries harder
She begs louder
She screams higher
She kicks stronger
When I'm done I smile my wicked smile before walking off into the night
Leaving her there to either die or survive