Her Torn Flesh, by LaShawnna Subscribe to rss feed for LaShawnna

It was a cold dark night, she still remembers it very well.
She had just got of the store, and it was close to midnight.
She went out to her car, and thats when he came out of the
shadows.He threw her down on the cold, hard street. He
ripped at her clothes, she begged him not to. But he slapped
her hard, and told her to shut the fuck up. She was crying
by now but when he pushed his dick deep inside her cries
turned into screams. Then thats when he turned violent, he
screamed at her to shut up. But she couldn't so he wrapped
his hands around her throat, and strangled her to death. He
looked down at her torn flesh, and thought oh no what have I
done! Then without another word, he hung himself behind the
alley. She was a sweet girl but being so trusting as she was
cost her, her life. 
Posted: 2005-10-30 14:51:51 UTC

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