Dark Angel : Adventures of a Teen Serial Killer
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Description
Seeing her mother being constantly abused by her step father, Angela lost her cool and killed him with a kitchen knife. She was then made to attend psychotherapy but ended up killing him as well because all he wanted to do was talk about her previous boyfriends. Now at 18 years of age, Angela goes on the run and changes her name to avoid going to jail. As the victims pile up, she then meets Esther, a very wealthy woman that was having an argument in a club with her husband Felix, a top lawyer in London.
Angela befriends Esther and is introduced to the high life, flown by private jet to Fort Lauderdale in Florida where she meets Kelsey who was hosting an adult party in West Palm Beach. But then Esther asks Angela to make a call to her fictitious contact to eliminate her husband.
Dark Angel : Adventures of a Teen Serial Killer
Table of Contents
Characters
Prologue
Chapter One – How it all began
Chapter Two – Jason and Terrance
Chapter Three – Terrance meets his demise
Chapter Four – Discrete Liaisons
Chapter Five – Peter
Chapter Six – Peter meets his demise
Chapter Seven – Esther
Chapter Eight – Fort Lauderdale, Florida
Chapter Nine – Boca Raton
Chapter Ten – Felix
Epilogue
Characters
Dark Angel 18 – Angela
James 57 – Old man in the shelter
Gemma 18 – Angela’s friend
John 29 – Victim from the nightclub
Jason 34 – Nice guy but a real perv.
Terrance 58 – Victim
Arab guy 51 – Victim
Peter 53 – Victim into Fetish clubs and BDSM
Esther Brankwell 36 – Wife of Felix the Lawyer.
Felix Brankwell 62 – Esther’s husband and Lawyer
Kelsey 38 – Esther’s friend in Florida.
Jacob 54 – Real Estate friend in Florida
Prologue
They thought I was crazy, but I knew exactly why I did it, some of them were easy as to me they were sick bastards and deserved it. But I didn’t kill all of them, some of them I only wanted to teach a lesson, like my driving instructor who started groping me as I was learning to drive. He was an old married guy and wanted me to go down on him but I bit it off and spat it out as I jumped out of the car and ran away leaving him screaming his head off. But the ones I enjoyed the most were the arrogant types, you know, the kind of guys that think all girls should do whatever they are told.
The first was my step father when I was sixteen. He was always abusing my poor mum and hitting her. However on this occasion, it was past midnight and he came home really drunk and started slapping her around the face, demanding to know why his dinner wasn’t ready! She was crying and begging for him to stop, so I ran downstairs and saw her on the floor as he was kicking her. I just opened the draw, picked up the longest, sharpest knife and plunged it into his neck. Blood was spurting out everywhere and there was such a mess. I wanted her to help me dump his body in the woods but she said we had to call the police.
I was made to attend psychotherapy but that didn’t work as I killed him as well, he was only interested in my sex life and how many boyfriends I’d had and what they did to me. He was a real perv and when I saw him touching himself as he made me tell him what I did to my boyfriend, I decided to do him as well. He wasn’t so easy as when I plunged the letter opener into his eye, he went berserk and grabbed hold of me. It was still embedded in his eye socket as he wrestled me to the floor but I managed to pull it out and stab him in the chest a few times before he stopped struggling.
I had to go on the run after that and my mum told me to give myself up but no way was I going to be locked up because of him. He deserved it and I knew from that moment on that I had a very special calling. I didn’t hear voices in my head like most nutters, but I did realise that there were some very evil people in the world and many of them seemed to be getting away with it all the time. The police were arresting paedophiles and rapists but they always got let off with probation or a stupid fine.
So after I ran away, I met James, an old guy in a shelter who basically took me under his wing and looked after me till I was 18. He wasn’t like most of the dropouts and was just down on his luck, as after his wife died, he lost his job and then his house and ended up in the shelter. James was good to me and I eventually moved in with him when he found a flat. He helped me change my name and I took on the identity of a girl of a similar age to myself that died in a car accident. He also taught me other stuff but I can’t go into it here.
Chapter 1
How it all began
When I turned eighteen, I moved out as James was becoming too possessive and always asking me if I was seeing other guys! I liked him but I wasn’t in love with him and because I managed to get into college, I moved in with a girlfriend.
However, she turned out to be a real slut and was sleeping with different guys every few days. One day I came home early and she had two guys banging her at the same time on the sofa. They tried to get me to join in but I wasn’t in the mood and simply walked out. After that, we agreed that she had to do her thing in the bedroom only or else I was moving out. We were both studying medicine and pharmaceuticals as it was an easy way to get a grant and I even got funding for three years. That’s when I started having driving lessons and realised my calling was to rid the world of sick pervs that abuse women.
So, after I bit off my driving instructors cock, he only went and told the police that I came on to him! That really made me angry and I decided to teach him a lesson by going round to see his wife. She told me they managed to sew his cock back on but he couldn’t get an erection anymore. I have no idea if they are still together as she also admitted that he’d done it before and she’d basically had enough of him.
It was about three months later when I found my next victim, he was one of my friends at college’s boyfriend, always flirting with other girls and a really cocky, Jack the lad type. He was driving past one day and stopped to ask me if I wanted a ride home? I knew I shouldn’t have as Julie wasn’t with him and I could tell the way he was undressing me with his eyes, he was going to try to fuck me. It was a lovely summers day and I was only wearing a short thin cotton dress. I’m quite small for my age and only a size 8, my friends tell me I look like smaller version of Lalisa the Asian singer as my mum was from Hong Kong. I don’t remember much about my dad as he disappeared when I was about seven.
Anyway, I jumped in his car and sure enough, within a few minutes, he was running his hand up and down my leg. I told him to stop but he just turned into a side road and stopped the car, shouting at me and calling me a prick teasing slut. He then went for me again, so I just sat there and let him have a good grope as I parted my legs. Little did he know I had a special pen with a secret built in knife hidden in my bag and as he was busy trying to kiss me while forcing his hand down my knickers, I plunged it into his ear which killed him instantly. I thought there would be loads of blood but it was just a trickle and I simply propped him up against the steering wheel and jumped out the car. Amazingly, nobody was around and I simply continued walking home. It was even on the ten o’clock news and the police suspected that he’d had a brain aneurysm. But something was different and this time I was sexually aroused, I knew I was going to kill him but it was the strange euphoric feeling in my gut that was interesting.
The next time it happened was when I was in a nightclub with a girlfriend. This guy was hitting on me and at first, I thought he was a really nice guy, but then my friend told me he was married and always sleeping around! I played along until Gemma went off with some guy she fancied and about twenty minutes later, John suggested giving me a ride home. He’d already had a good snog and grope and because I knew I was going to do him, I let him have his way, enjoying the thrill so to speak. I asked him if he was married but he lied and said he was divorced and his ex was a complete slut that had an affair with his best mate. I didn’t believe a word but let him finger me on the dance floor as I began fondling his cock. He was huge and I was getting quite turned on, wondering exactly how big he actually was.
Anyway, we were soon driving down a country road and he pulled into a deserted car park. John had been sweet talking me all evening with his lies but when he pulled his cock out and made me go down on him, I was so turned on that I began wanking him into my mouth. He was then pushing his hand inside my knickers from behind, rubbing and probing me as I contemplated how I was going to do it. If I did him in the car, I’d have a long walk home as we were at least ten miles from my home town of Wolverhampton. It was also past midnight and no way could I get home without being seen.
I decided to bide my time and when I began squeezing his balls, he ejaculated in my mouth. I let him finish then immediately sat up and began snogging him on the mouth but for some reason, he wasn’t into that and pushed me away calling me a dirty little bitch. That made me even more determined to do him, so I acted like I was sorry and he pulled me onto his lap. Pulling my knickers over he entered me and I have no idea how he managed to get it all in as he was bloody huge. It hurt at first as he was so wide, but then rubbing my juices with his saliva, he lubricated his cock enough to slid in. I was literally hanging around his neck as he lifted me up and down, stretching me to the limit but after the pain disappeared, I began enjoying it. The dirty cheating bastard was sucking on my tits and even fingered my arse as he called me disgusting names and said he was going to make me his cum slut sex slave.
However, for some weird reason, I was feeling so bloody horny and nearly went for my secret pen knife to do him when I orgasmed, but then another car drove into the car park and we sat still. I was still on his lap with his cock inside me as we watched the car park up next to us and turn the engine and lights off. I asked him what was going on, but he just said it was probably a dogger looking for some action. Suddenly, a man got out the car and was shining a torch in the window.
“You fancy a threesome…?” John asked me, resuming bouncing me up and down on his cock.
I didn’t respond as I was still wondering what to do, but then, he only went and buzzed the passenger window down and the old man outside was reaching in and groping my bum, so I let him have a feel as I whispered in John’s ear what the old man was doing.
A few minutes later and the old man was asking John if he could fuck me? John said he could and told him to take his trousers off and lay down on the back seat. I couldn’t believe what he was saying.
“What the hell are you doing…?” I asked.
“We’re going to fuck your brains out you little cum slut,” he said, easing me off and pushing me back into the passenger seat.
“Now take those knickers off and get in the back,” he ordered.
I waited until he got out and just before opening the door, I grabbed my pen knife from my bag and put it on the floor next to my seat. Then slipping out of the car, I peeled off my knickers and climbed into the back on top of the old man. He was already hard and wanking himself stupid, so easing myself down on his stubby little cock, I felt John behind me, trying to force his monster cock in my bum. No way was that thing going in there, so reaching down, I grabbed my secret pen knife and opened it so I was ready.
The old guy was grunting like a pig as I ground myself back and forth on his cock, trying to make myself cum. John was still probing and trying to get his cock in my arse but I was far too tight and the thought of killing them both sent me into a sexual frenzy. Then, just as I started cumming, I slit the old guys throat, then turned around and plunged the knife into John’s ear. He fell out the car and I quickly climbed out, absolutely covered in blood as the old man was still gurgling and clutching his neck. I don’t know why he didn’t die from blood loss as it was spurting out everywhere. He was obviously married as he was still wearing his wedding ring, so to put him out of his misery, I plunged the knife into his ear.
Getting into his car, I was glad to have had a few lessons and carefully drove back to Wolverhampton and left the car in Tesco’s car park. It was all over the news the next day and the police suspected it was a night stalker that stumbled upon two gay guys having sex together in the car.
I was absolutely ecstatic that I’d got away with doing two in one go and decided to start dressing up like a cheap street hooker and picking up strangers. My idea was to have some fun but also to find more victims that needed punishment or eliminating.
I mean, who wants to be married to a lying, cheating bastard! They’d be far better off with them dead and if they had life insurance, happy days.
Dark Angel : Adventures of a Teen Serial Killer
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