I sighted her from afar. She is conspicuous, always. She must have been new in the area because I just took notice of her like two weeks ago. She must have been one of the Freshers or another bl.o.o.dy Jambite. She's on a short red V-necked gown that exposes little of her cleavages.
I had my plans for her, I have marked her to be my third prey. I had stalked her these few days to know her itineraries, I'm just waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. As she passed where I stood pretending to make a call, I noticed she smelled like ripe bananas.
Her scent must have hardened my little man. "We can wait bro", I told him. I think he hesitated a little bit before obeying me. I knew by 7:15pm she would be by the snacks bar to buy some snacks before heading home.
I had laid in ambush for her. I don't bother finding out their names, I'll know it when it's eventually on the news. Her walking steps can be heard faintly. My whole body is surging with adrenaline, I've always been a careful planner.
It's a bushy and lonely path. One of the elements I use in getting them to succumb is surprise. They are always stunned to react quickly. Her's was not so different either. It was easy to overpower. I has stuffed her mouth with my handkerchief, clasped her hands behind her and carry her as fast as I could.
I put her down when I got to a piece of land that I had already cleared. I tied her securely above her head. I slightly raised her gown and tore her panties. I've always been a fan of the quote "Whatever is worth doing is worth doing well."
I always want my victim to get their own fair share of pleasure too. I started stroking her c.l.i.t and occasionally choking her. I do this to weaken them. After seeing she's wet enough, I thrusted into her and kept at it vigorously. I lost count of the rounds. By then, she was on the verge of losing consciousness. I disengaged myself from her body and dress up.
I tore open her gown and bring out her bre.a.sts I fondled them long enough till I got tired of doing so. Afterwards, I bought out the knife I always carry around. I carefully sliced one of her br.e.as.ts and put it in the plastic bag with me. I headed home.

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Three days later
I just found on the 9pm news that the missing girl has been found with a missing br.e.a.s.t in the neighborhood. Her name was Grace, this was how I found out Yemi and Kasey's names too. She has been classified as another victim of ritual ki.l.li.n.gs. People will always have opinion. Some called her ashewo, some said it might be her yahoo boyfriend that used her.
As usual I know the media has once again protected people like us. I turned off the television and move to the kitchen to dish out the last meat I have been munching on for the past three days, Grace's.

---- Olaitan Ogunesan

Permission to share, sir.

Zito95:
Permission to share, sir.

Sure. And give credit. The name is Olaitan H Ogunesan.
And to what platform sir?