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I took a sip of water and watched from behind the weight racks as Andrea pumped iron. The young woman had been the object of my obsession for the last year or so, ever since I started coming to this particular gym. We had hit it off from the start, watching each other as we benched weights. Unfortunately for her, my own admiration had started to grow into something darker. I would go to sleep with her sweat smell still circulating in my mind, her well formed, deeply muscular body slick and shiny, her full lips parted as she breathed deeply.

The gym was empty tonight, the cameras out of action, the lone employee asleep at the front desk. It was just me and Andrea.

I had entertained the thought of garroting her, my erotic fantasy of her struggling, firm ass rubbing against my crotch as I strangled her to death. I dismissed it, with Andreas physique she could easily overpower me and break free. If I wanted to do this, it would need to be quick and quiet.

I slipped the knife out of my pocket and stepped out from the shadows. Andrea was still on the bench, facing away from me as she lifted a barbell, her thick biceps and thighs bulging.

I made my move as she placed the barbell back on the floor and stood up. Despite her toned body, she was only 5'3", and I could easily reach around and grab her head, pulling her against my body.

At the same time, my knife struck, plunging deep into her ribcage, sliding in between her ribs and slashing open her superior vena cava, right ventricle and right atrium. I felt her sudden shock translated through my hands as her body went rigid, a muffled shriek squeaking out from behind my palm. Her thick tree trunk legs kicked out, but it was far too late.

My initial attack was fatal, and she very quickly went limp, blood pouring from her nose and mouth. I released my grip and let her drop to the ground.


I stood there, the front of my hoodie covered in her blood, admiring my handiwork. Andrea stared up at me, her blue eyes open and empty. She probably never even knew who ended her life. Rust red blood stained her flimsy sports bra, making it cling even tighter to her breasts.

I knelt down and grasped the handle of my knife, still stuck in her carcass. I pulled it out, and slid it under her bra, releasing her fat tits. I abandoned myself to my bestial nature, squeezing those breasts, soaking up her latent body heat. My hands wandered from there, down her toned eight pack abdomen, pulling her shorts off, palpating her mons pubis, my fingers brushing her neat patch of hair. I pried open her slit, inserting my fingers deep into Andreas body. She was so warm and soft, despite her hard body. I wanted to fuck her corpse, but the risk of being found out was never far from my mind, so I satisfied myself with touching and recording with my phone.