HELLS ANGELS

Giggling madly with mirth and a psychotic air, Yowai continued to tease and harass the wolf whose life was nearing an end. The creature had begged him to stop, to have mercy, to leave her be. But it only drove him on, and now the figure that was on bloodied snow was barely alive. Yowai had drawn blood, a lot of it too, as his victim was unable to move as she slowly bled out. His sexual weapon was still uncovered, for he had just done the dirty deed of raping and sexually torturing her as she resisted. She had tried to run, tried to fight back. And although he wasn't the strongest nor the mightiest, he had still won his sought after prize. And now for her resistance, she had suffered the price. Death for Sex. Now wasn't that nice? Yowai got what he wanted, and now it was time to dispose of the trash.
If he hadn't broken her legs, she would have gotten away. But she was lying on the ground, unable to run, unable to scream for help as she barely kept enough breath in her body to remain alive. He circled her once, twice, until he came face to face with her. His tongue extending to lick her face, his eyes dancing when she tried to turn away. "What's the matter sweetheart? You didn't like my performance? Well, let me see if I can change your mind before I kill you." Laughing hysterically, he would return to her hind end, bringing himself up to do what all men loved. And he'd torture her again as she protested, the sobs and tears flowing and pushing him on. The liquids would flow again after a few minutes, the woman nearly gone. "Now that was to die for wasn't it?" And with that, he brought splayed jaws around her neck, twisting it slowly until a crack of bones was heard. The woman was no more.

It was as soon as he had finished his deed, that he heard a call somewhere that he had not heard before. Grinning, he sheathed his weapon and followed the source. It did not sound like any wolf he had heard, but it would still draw curiosity. It was not long till he came to a scene, four women sitting gathered around a large black figure. His eyes roamed over the women, his innards tingling again, even though he had just gotten some. He always wanted more. Approaching the gang, he stared at the big cat in front of them, Yowai standing about three yards away from him. "What the Hell is all this? And who the fuck are you? An overgrown Pussy cat among all these other good lookin' pussies?" He would laugh mockingly, eyes then roving over the taunting aroma of the white woman who was lying before the cat. He could smell her heat, and it made his innards pulse and his mouth water. He cared not for decency, he only ever thought about three things; Sex, killing, and more sex.