I Don't Even Know Her Name
Date: 8/30/2018, Categories: Fiction, Anal, Oral Sex / Blowjob, Cruelty, First Time, Hardcore, Murder, Non-consensual sex, Rape, Snuff, Teen, Torture, First Time, Author: Serum114, Source: sexstories.com
I don't even know what her name was. The full moon illuminates the cold, desolate woods as another hot burst of vomit sears my throat. I hold my knees, and hear the scampering of a squirrel as it hurries up a tree, anxious to get out of the midnight November air. A shovel rests at my feet, the blade a foot away from the dead girl's hand. It protrudes, stiff and blue, from a pile of dead, damp leaves. I wipe my mouth on the sleeve of my jacket. Steam rises from the expelled contents of my stomach. My mind is a reeling. I'm scared of getting caught, relieved in finally satiating the urge, and shocked at how easy it had all been. Vomiting appears to be the way my body handles such an overload of emotion. I had a five by two foot rectangle dug into the cold wet earth. Three feet deep was my goal. Three feet would be plenty. "I don't even know what her name was." I think to myself, my stomach turning again. I had been driving down a typical rural Nebraska road when I spotted the girl. Miles of harvested corn fields stretched to the horizon on my right, and a dense forest loomed on the left. I was making the 10 mile drive to town for reasons I can't even remember. In the distance, pushing a bike along the side of the deserted road, was a young girl. She was dressed in dark blue jeans and a pink fleece hoodie. She looked over her shoulder as I approached. Dark brown hair spilled out of the front of her upturned hood. As if possessed, I eased of the gas and slowed as I neared the ...