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He couldn't stand to think. Just a day ago he was proud of himself and he was happy with his life. The week was incredibly long and exhausting but that was in large part due to the woman he'd met this week... Absolutely astonished him with three nights of sex so nasty that he nearly fell in love.
Hah. Love is shit. It's lost it's positive denotation in his mind. He wasn't looking for love. He'd been running from it his whole damn life. Good women left to their broken hearts as he collected notches in the ole belt. He wasn't looking to be intimate, he was looking to have a connection that ignited a moment of reprieve from his real life. He needed to fuck. He wanted to refuse his sorrow and release his anger. He was filled with hate and desire for pain.
Anyway, the week was a success and he'd finished work hoping to address the issue keeping him from seeing his son. After a long, much needed rest he felt ready to enjoy the day. The first opportunity he'd had to take the trip without sacrificing a lucrative opportunity or forfeiting his few moments he really has to enjoy his daughter. He'd been worried all day that he wouldn't be given the chance to see his son... again.
Giving consideration for the difficulty he'd battled with this situation between him and her, he'd decided to remain sober and take a moment to adjust his demeanor. Shifting into a submissive role and willing himself to agree to her every accusation and meet her every request. He knew he would face her wrath but that was ok. He'd stop at nothing to see his son.
The first of the 15 phone calls that took place over the next 20 minutes amounted to her complete hatred for everything he ever did to her and she was blinded so badly she gave no consideration to her son. It was clear that he was not going to be afforded the chance to see him.
He was fuming angry. Shaking, black out angry. Her texts continued to bombard him. He began to loose sight of all reason and he started for the car with the intention of speeding across the state to where she lived and was keeping his son. He wasn't sure what would happen but he was reckless with fury and every intention of drawing blood.
It was 8:30 when he arrived. Over an hour after she argued was too late for company. Willing then, at that moment to respect her schedule for him but now he was sure his son was about to witness the murder of his own mother.
He was determined to change the attitude and the opinion of this fucking bitch. And he was prepared to sacrifice his freedom to hear her murmur her plea through blood and broken teeth.
The door was unlocked. He lunged through the door and rushed toward the bedroom where he figured she would be. She was already screaming as she jumped up and ran toward the bathroom but he snatched her by her hair and picked her up off the floor and threw her back where she crumpled at the foot of the bed. Already disabled by the assault and her growing obesity, she began to beg.
He tore her shirt off, grabbed pillow cases and fashioned them into wrist restraints and a gag. Binding her hands behind her back and using only her wrists to lift her up off the ground. She screamed in pain and he punched her in her mouth.
Assaulting her with all the words he'd ever held back, telling her she's worth less than nothing to the world and that everyone will thank him for riding the burden that she was. He tore her clothes off her body and he continued to punch her in her ribs and back. He recounted all the terrible things she accused him of as he pushed and punched her into a fetal position on the bed.
After all this time together and the months of being willing to accept any terms to see his son, she hadn't considered him capable of unleashing this kind of v******e. She was certain he had cared for her beyond that possibility. What she hadn't considered was how she was making him a failure in his life long promise to never abandon his k**s the way his father had him. This woman had not only made misery of his day to day life and cost him nearly all of his sons first year and she should have known that he was never going to accept failure in being a father to his c***dren. She not only denied him the chance, she refused to accept that she was no victim of his. She continued her self defense and accusing him of being nothing but a deadbeat who chooses ****** ass and whore pussy over the chance to spend time with their son and be a happy family. She refused any responsibility and she refused to give any consideration for all his success.
He decided she would be beaten until she changed her mind. She had some belts nearby and he used them to tie her legs open and apart.
He looked at her and she recognized nothing about the man who fathered her son. He was void of compassion and he was set to inflict a level of pain he'd never allowed himself to indulge in. He was going to torture her and prolong her death. There was no possibility she would live through the night. She knew it now just from the evil in his eyes. There was no bringing him back from where she had driven him unjustly over the last 15 months.
He took his clothes off and he took his belt, wrapped around his hand, and began to whip her with it. As hard as he could, he welted the soft skin beside her dark hairy bush and inside the top of her thighs. She squirmed and kicked to a degree causing him to decide to debilitate her by reversing his belt and swinging the buckle overhead and down with his might onto her pussy. Again. Again. Again. She stopped crying.
He walked to the bathroom and grabbed a hand towel. Laying the towel over her face, he stood over her fat, pathetic and utterly appalling body and pissed on her face until she awoke and choked and gagged on his piss and her blood. She wouldn't be allowed to avoid the pain he was intent to continue inflicting.
He took the leather of the belt and he walked around the bed hitting her everywhere he thought would hurt. Looking for reactions and honing his effectiveness in destroying. Her body was covered with red welts, scratches and cuts. Her eyes swollen shut and her nose probably broken. She had bubbles of blood with each faint breath. There was more to take from this thundercunt who never contributed one damn thing her whole life. He planned to rob her of her last breath with his cock. Hands free, choke her and watch her as her eyes went dim. He didn't trust his cock in her broken, jagged teeth so he found a key ring that was big enough to wedge in her broken mouth, leaving her without defense. He toyed with her first by letting her catch her breath briefly but just before deciding he was ready to exterminate her he realized her pretty titties had been neglected of the proper attention he set out to give her. He ripped the cord out of the lamp. stripped, twisted and attached it to her nipples. He rolled her to the edge of the bed beside the light switch. Her lifelessness detachment from the pain angering him again.
With her mouth positioned for him to stand beside the bed and suffocate her with his cock, he uses the buckle again and he successfully smashes her back into awareness before flipping the lamp switch and bringing her to a rigid state of 120 volts.
Stopping only to suffocate her again while continuing the ruthless beating.
He checked her for life after she surely drown in his cum and found that she was barely clinging to life.
Uncertain of her awareness he decided to let her await death in agony as she listened to him gather his son and leave her.
There was no emotion. No guilt.
She was honesty informed of what he was capable of from the day they met. She pretended to advocate for him in the beginning of their relationship as he struggled for custody of his first c***d. She consoled him in his torment then. He was then and would always be concerned for his c***dren and his relationship with them. He dreaded more than anything becoming his father. Her vindictive behavior and her relentless abuse should have never been given one second of toleration. She was solely responsible for his relapse... He'd not killed a woman in nearly 7 years.
While he drove back to town to gather his daughter, he began to go over each moment of terror he'd just administered and he smiled. The baby giggled in back and he returned to reality and having full control.
Before she was missed, before anyone began to be concerned.... Three days before her body was discovered, he and his family had arrived in Greece where he'd arranged for a new life. He would never again worry about his c***dren or their future. They were free and they would begin the rest of their lives in a paradise without a moments consideration for everything left behind. He never looked back or regretted his decision to save these c***dren from the endless misery their mothers caused with their mental instability and addiction to narcotics.
He was happy.
Hah. Love is shit. It's lost it's positive denotation in his mind. He wasn't looking for love. He'd been running from it his whole damn life. Good women left to their broken hearts as he collected notches in the ole belt. He wasn't looking to be intimate, he was looking to have a connection that ignited a moment of reprieve from his real life. He needed to fuck. He wanted to refuse his sorrow and release his anger. He was filled with hate and desire for pain.
Anyway, the week was a success and he'd finished work hoping to address the issue keeping him from seeing his son. After a long, much needed rest he felt ready to enjoy the day. The first opportunity he'd had to take the trip without sacrificing a lucrative opportunity or forfeiting his few moments he really has to enjoy his daughter. He'd been worried all day that he wouldn't be given the chance to see his son... again.
Giving consideration for the difficulty he'd battled with this situation between him and her, he'd decided to remain sober and take a moment to adjust his demeanor. Shifting into a submissive role and willing himself to agree to her every accusation and meet her every request. He knew he would face her wrath but that was ok. He'd stop at nothing to see his son.
The first of the 15 phone calls that took place over the next 20 minutes amounted to her complete hatred for everything he ever did to her and she was blinded so badly she gave no consideration to her son. It was clear that he was not going to be afforded the chance to see him.
He was fuming angry. Shaking, black out angry. Her texts continued to bombard him. He began to loose sight of all reason and he started for the car with the intention of speeding across the state to where she lived and was keeping his son. He wasn't sure what would happen but he was reckless with fury and every intention of drawing blood.
It was 8:30 when he arrived. Over an hour after she argued was too late for company. Willing then, at that moment to respect her schedule for him but now he was sure his son was about to witness the murder of his own mother.
He was determined to change the attitude and the opinion of this fucking bitch. And he was prepared to sacrifice his freedom to hear her murmur her plea through blood and broken teeth.
The door was unlocked. He lunged through the door and rushed toward the bedroom where he figured she would be. She was already screaming as she jumped up and ran toward the bathroom but he snatched her by her hair and picked her up off the floor and threw her back where she crumpled at the foot of the bed. Already disabled by the assault and her growing obesity, she began to beg.
He tore her shirt off, grabbed pillow cases and fashioned them into wrist restraints and a gag. Binding her hands behind her back and using only her wrists to lift her up off the ground. She screamed in pain and he punched her in her mouth.
Assaulting her with all the words he'd ever held back, telling her she's worth less than nothing to the world and that everyone will thank him for riding the burden that she was. He tore her clothes off her body and he continued to punch her in her ribs and back. He recounted all the terrible things she accused him of as he pushed and punched her into a fetal position on the bed.
After all this time together and the months of being willing to accept any terms to see his son, she hadn't considered him capable of unleashing this kind of v******e. She was certain he had cared for her beyond that possibility. What she hadn't considered was how she was making him a failure in his life long promise to never abandon his k**s the way his father had him. This woman had not only made misery of his day to day life and cost him nearly all of his sons first year and she should have known that he was never going to accept failure in being a father to his c***dren. She not only denied him the chance, she refused to accept that she was no victim of his. She continued her self defense and accusing him of being nothing but a deadbeat who chooses ****** ass and whore pussy over the chance to spend time with their son and be a happy family. She refused any responsibility and she refused to give any consideration for all his success.
He decided she would be beaten until she changed her mind. She had some belts nearby and he used them to tie her legs open and apart.
He looked at her and she recognized nothing about the man who fathered her son. He was void of compassion and he was set to inflict a level of pain he'd never allowed himself to indulge in. He was going to torture her and prolong her death. There was no possibility she would live through the night. She knew it now just from the evil in his eyes. There was no bringing him back from where she had driven him unjustly over the last 15 months.
He took his clothes off and he took his belt, wrapped around his hand, and began to whip her with it. As hard as he could, he welted the soft skin beside her dark hairy bush and inside the top of her thighs. She squirmed and kicked to a degree causing him to decide to debilitate her by reversing his belt and swinging the buckle overhead and down with his might onto her pussy. Again. Again. Again. She stopped crying.
He walked to the bathroom and grabbed a hand towel. Laying the towel over her face, he stood over her fat, pathetic and utterly appalling body and pissed on her face until she awoke and choked and gagged on his piss and her blood. She wouldn't be allowed to avoid the pain he was intent to continue inflicting.
He took the leather of the belt and he walked around the bed hitting her everywhere he thought would hurt. Looking for reactions and honing his effectiveness in destroying. Her body was covered with red welts, scratches and cuts. Her eyes swollen shut and her nose probably broken. She had bubbles of blood with each faint breath. There was more to take from this thundercunt who never contributed one damn thing her whole life. He planned to rob her of her last breath with his cock. Hands free, choke her and watch her as her eyes went dim. He didn't trust his cock in her broken, jagged teeth so he found a key ring that was big enough to wedge in her broken mouth, leaving her without defense. He toyed with her first by letting her catch her breath briefly but just before deciding he was ready to exterminate her he realized her pretty titties had been neglected of the proper attention he set out to give her. He ripped the cord out of the lamp. stripped, twisted and attached it to her nipples. He rolled her to the edge of the bed beside the light switch. Her lifelessness detachment from the pain angering him again.
With her mouth positioned for him to stand beside the bed and suffocate her with his cock, he uses the buckle again and he successfully smashes her back into awareness before flipping the lamp switch and bringing her to a rigid state of 120 volts.
Stopping only to suffocate her again while continuing the ruthless beating.
He checked her for life after she surely drown in his cum and found that she was barely clinging to life.
Uncertain of her awareness he decided to let her await death in agony as she listened to him gather his son and leave her.
There was no emotion. No guilt.
She was honesty informed of what he was capable of from the day they met. She pretended to advocate for him in the beginning of their relationship as he struggled for custody of his first c***d. She consoled him in his torment then. He was then and would always be concerned for his c***dren and his relationship with them. He dreaded more than anything becoming his father. Her vindictive behavior and her relentless abuse should have never been given one second of toleration. She was solely responsible for his relapse... He'd not killed a woman in nearly 7 years.
While he drove back to town to gather his daughter, he began to go over each moment of terror he'd just administered and he smiled. The baby giggled in back and he returned to reality and having full control.
Before she was missed, before anyone began to be concerned.... Three days before her body was discovered, he and his family had arrived in Greece where he'd arranged for a new life. He would never again worry about his c***dren or their future. They were free and they would begin the rest of their lives in a paradise without a moments consideration for everything left behind. He never looked back or regretted his decision to save these c***dren from the endless misery their mothers caused with their mental instability and addiction to narcotics.
He was happy.
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