| Its was a cool night in Venice, she was on a Romantic boat ride alone, I just couldn't supress the calling from my Soul. I needed to get a grip and take control, before I took a roll over the Cobble stone walk way into the river. She was slim, curves that would seem like calculated thoughts of God himself. Her dark blue eyes, captured my mood, cold, and dark. The urge was wanting me to burst into one of my violent splurges. My Sexual exploites, I could not convert. I leaped from the road, to the boat, making waves in the river float, she was shocked in awe, I opened my maw and spoke. Her fear, and shock turned into a moist kiss, as I felt between her thighs slowly growing Hot. The whole thing I obtained, right before, she felt pure and utter pain. the Rape was Great, the backfire of her cum was more than the worth for my work.. But once she had this pleasure, she had to die, no matter how much she pleaded or cried. So I lifted her from the wooden boat, and dipped her into the water, drowning her. Slowly. A small portion of the bubbles, and slightly red colored water made me think..This memory..The night She Drowned In Venice |
