He sat waiting for his date on the coffeeshop's patio. The man hadn't touched the cup in almost a quarter of an hour, he just needed an excuse to wait for her. he always makes sure to be early anyway, just in case. The weather was perfect for it though, he noticed, the late summer sun cooled down with a slight breeze. She would be coming around any minute, and he was looking forward to it. Right on time, he watched her turn the corner. She was a short redhead, hair cut close to frame a cute face and wearing a deliciously light outfit that showed off her soft stomach and thighs. She came down the sidewalk, glancing around the street, and he took a closer look at his mark from behind his sunglasses. There were probably a dozen others on the street surreptitiously joining him in eyeballing her as the spring in her step bounced her generous tits slightly, but red ribbon choker around her throat caught his eye in particular. It was their private signal just to ensure no lookalike got caught up in the little game, though, he thought, maybe that wouldn't be such a bad thing... She headed past the corner without even looking his direction. As planned, she would soon be continuing on to the shady alley where the fun would begin. He had arranged a route for her that led through a few likely spots as well, so she would never know exactly where he was about to "meet" her until too late.
As soon as she was out of sight he left cash on the table and headed around to his shortcut so he could be waiting when she came around. Timing is key here, and he had worked out the route to perfection so there was nothing left to chance. He made it to his position with a few moments to spare, and considered his options while he blended into the late afternoon shadows. There was no fun in a quick kill, he definitely intended to savor the encounter, but too much noise would attract attention and any passers-by would definitely kill the mood. As he unsheathed the long knife strapped under his jacket, he decided it would really depend on how easy she was. She had agreed to the meeting knowing what he had planned, after all, but if she had a change of heart halfway through he might have to cut the date short --- shorter than intended, at least.
Her footsteps broke him out of his train of thought as she unknowingly came into his line of sight for the second time in half an hour. She was now walking slowly and purposefully, carefully keeping herself from looking anywhere but ahead. She was being very brave (and perhaps very stupid) considering the situation she was in. After all, there was even the chance in this part of town that she would meet some thug who wasn't a part of the arrangement at all. But where's the enjoyment without the danger being at least a bit genuine, her date mused.
He let her come close enough for him to hear her nervous breath, the high, light gasps of air she took filled him with similar anticipation as by a force of will he kept himself from moving until she passed. Then as she continued away from his hiding place, he detached himself from the wall and almost noiselessly moved in. She heard his movement, or felt it in the air, just as with a fluid motion he simultaneously closed the last few feet between them, put his hand over her mouth, and pushed the dagger into her ribs. "H-NNNNnnmmfff!" Whatever noise she was about to make, intentionally or not, was muffled as she thrashed helplessly for a second, then with another moan of pain she went limp in his arms as she got back in control of herself. Looks like she'd cooperate for now. "Good girl" he whispered soothingly, and took the opportunity to stab her twice lower in her back, each one sending a huff of air from her nostrils.
"I'm going to take away my hand, don't make any noise now." he said in her ear. She gave a nod and "Mm-hm," so he let her take in deep, desperate breaths through her mouth, her rasping breath indicating that the first strike had badly punctured her lung. He moved down to wrap his hand around her throat and, leaving the knife in her for now, massaged her breast with his right hand. She wasn't wearing a bra, and she couldn't help but make a squeak of mixed pleasure and pain as he found her nipple through the thin top. She felt a hint of surprise as he completely disregarded the blood that was quickly covering her back and ran down her legs, in order to play with her body. As hard as she found it to collect her thoughts through the pain and adrenaline, she found it extremely flattering that her tits were sexy enough to stop him from murdering her, even if only for a moment. She allowed herself a slight moan of pleasure as he continued groping her, then even a tiny giggle that made her cough as he began kissing from her shoulder up the side of her neck. He finished by turning her neck with his free hand, even putting a bit of pressure on her throat, and locking her lips in a kiss. Her distraction only lasted until she felt him pull the knife out of her back, however, and she tensed up as he immediately reached around and started fresh with her exposed belly. The knife twisting into her guts caused her to start struggling again then, and in response he clamped her windpipe closed with the hand that had been almost gentle until now. She panicked despite herself, the combination of adrenaline, pain, and finally lack of oxygen were too much to handle. She bucked her body in an attempt to get away from the burning pain, kicking her legs and almost collapsing. He was still trying to hold on to her against him with one hand and almost let her drop several times, until he slammed her back to a wall to help support her weight, still holding her by the throat. For a moment she was too stunned to move but he didn't let her rest, ramming the blade into her stomach again and again. After she had lost count of the number of holes he had punched in her belly and exhausted herself ineffectively trying to fight back, he finally slowed down to take stock, letting her breathe again as well and letting her slide down the wall to a sitting position.
Her front was a mess, and she was woozy enough from blood loss by now that she didn't react to the break in the constant assault except to turn slightly toward him again. "It's okay" he told her, "It's okay, you're fine, I know it was just reflex to try to get away. You're okay." She was obviously not okay, but she was at least okay enough to give an attempt at a smile, even starting to say something before she ruined the moment by violently coughing up a spatter of blood that ran down her chin. That just made her look cuter in his opinion though, and the fact that she was obviously so close to dying but still compliant keyed his mood even higher. He decided to have some fun, to test the limits of both her endurance and her desire to please him. Petting her head, he explained the rules. "Now here's what we're going to do. I'm going to walk a bit away from you, and I want you to come to me. And your reward if you make it will be I stab you again. Okay?" From her reaction, it seemed like nothing would make her happier, so he stood and took a couple of long steps back from the wall, taking in her small body huddled there with bloodstains all around it as he did. Slowly, she got her feet under her and tried to stand, but she was in no shape to support herself and ended up falling hard before she was even halfway up. By chance though, she fell directly forward, covering at least a quarter of the distance in one try. The fall had knocked some of her ruined guts out of place but she still struggled to hands and knees anyway, bits of intestine and unidentifiable gore dangling in the dirt. Then she began dragging herself forward through the constant agony to finally lie at his shoes, looking up at him expectantly now with fresh cuts and scrapes all over her face, hands, and knees.
"Good girl" he assured her again, crouching down. "Now just like I promised" he said and he casually put the knife between her ribs on the left side. She made a sound like "Ngk!" as blood began filling her other lung, weakly reaching for the handle where it stuck out of her. Asking her "Do you think you can get it out yourself?", he guided her hands to the knife, and with some effort she pulled the blade free, letting it fall to the ground beside her. "Very good, you're doing great" he reassured her while he put the knife back in her nearly limp hands and curled her fingers around the handle. He tore her shirt open then, baring her beautiful tits, and cradled her in his lap, propping her up. He couldn't resist giving her soft tits a final rub as she continued looking up into his face adoringly. "Now just one more. I'll help you, you want it here, right?" And wrapping his hands around hers on the handle, he put the razor sharp tip on the inside of her breast, just next to the nipple. She nodded, and suddenly there were tears trickling down her face, a weak sob shook her as her eyes still stayed locked on him. He looked back for a moment, then carefully angled the knife inward, directly to her heart. her shallow breaths quickened and he felt her tense, and then he pushed the knife into her chest. Her mouth opened and eyes widened with shock, looking down suddenly to see the blood seeping up around the hilt. It quivered with her faint, last few heartbeats as she shuddered and then finally went still.
Her first blind date had been a complete success. He left her in the alley, lying on her back covered in her own blood and staring with an ever so slightly surprised look on her face.