Rape and Murder of a Korean Girl [Completed] (Author: Unknown)

When I first moved into this building, I noticed that the apartment building had 12 floors, including a two-story basement. There was a gym on the second basement level, B2. After living there for over a month, I observed that there were about 200 households in the apartment, with a high turnover of people; many people were coming and going every day. In other words, seeing strangers in the hallways or elevators wouldn't be strange at all.

Many young women lived in the apartment, including many students and working professionals, easily distinguishable by their clothing. Everything was normal until one day, when I was tired but peaceful, leaving early and returning late every day. Until one day, something happened that completely changed my life.

It was a Friday evening. I had just finished work, a long day of physical labor, and wasn't in a good mood. As I entered the building, I saw a young woman waiting for the elevator. I stood next to her, and she turned to look at me. I smiled politely, but she turned away expressionlessly. I was annoyed. "What kind of person comes home so late? Either a prostitute or a hostess." The elevator here was incredibly slow, so I had time to observe her. She was wearing a light-colored short dress and high boots.

She had several bracelets on her wrists and a pearl necklace. Standing a meter away, I could already smell her perfume—a strong, violet scent. Because I couldn't see her face clearly, I couldn't guess her age, but I estimated it to be between 20 and 24.

"Ding!" The elevator finally arrived. At the same time, her phone rang. She habitually flipped open the flip phone and started talking rapidly. "Damn Korean," I cursed inwardly.

The elevator began to ascend, and obviously due to poor signal, she couldn't hear what the other person was saying.

She started shouting loudly, and finally hung up. I didn't know who had called her; she seemed very angry and aggrieved, repeatedly hitting her phone with her fist. I felt incredibly awkward, so I said, "I'm always not good inside the lift, so don't." Before I could finish, she turned around and rudely said, "Shut up, fuck mouth, you Chinese." Hearing this felt like a blow to the head; anger surged like blood rushing to my head.

Two years ago, I was cheated by my Korean boss, losing nearly $20,000 and working for them for free for a year. Later, during an argument, I accidentally killed one of the boss's Korean employees. I lived in fear and fled for a year, hiding under an assumed name and spending a lot of money on a fake passport to finally reach this place.

Now, this Korean woman had insulted me unjustly, and I couldn't suppress my anger. Just then, the elevator reached her 10th floor, the doors opened, and as she was about to step out, I grabbed her hair and pulled her back, slamming the elevator doors shut with my other hand. This was clearly unexpected for her. Before she could even cry out, I had already punched her hard in the soft stomach. She groaned and collapsed to the ground. She lay there coughing incessantly, her legs kicking outwards, clearly overwhelmed by the sudden pain. Without hesitation, I bent down, pressed one hand to her mouth, and then delivered another heavy punch to her back. Her upper body jerked violently, her legs reflexively flailing to the sides, her arms stiffly outstretched in the air, remaining motionless for about five seconds before settling down. I pressed down on her eyelids; her pupils weren't dilated—she was still alive.

"What should I do?" I began to feel afraid. If I left her like this in the elevator, someone would find her soon, and once she woke up, she would definitely call the police. If I got arrested, it would inevitably lead to the exposure of the murder I had been carrying on my record. Then I thought of the empty gym in the basement. "Just..." I immediately pressed the B2 button on the elevator. I dragged her out of the elevator and into the gym. The room contained three or four large pieces of gym equipment, but they were clearly unused and covered in dust. That was fine; at least it meant few people came here, and even less likely at this hour. There was a small restroom in the gym that could be locked from the inside. I carried her into the restroom and locked the door.

I quickly pulled off her skirt and laid her on the floor. Now I could see her clearly. This Korean woman wasn't bad-looking; she had fair skin, a small mouth, long eyelashes, and half-open, listless eyes. A single line of saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth.

She was wearing a pink strapless bra. I wasn't in the mood to admire her; I ripped it off. Her breasts weren't large, but surprisingly, they weren't sagging. However, her nipples were inverted, which was repulsive.

I reached out and forcefully grabbed her nipples, pulling them outwards with all my might. "Damn it, I'm sealing your nipples for free, you damn Korean!" Suddenly, her body reacted, and she started coughing. I was prepared; I pressed one hand against her mouth and, with the other, chopped her soft stomach with all my might. Her eyes snapped open, and her legs began to convulse violently. I felt a heat in my hand that was pressing against her mouth, and then blood gushed out.

After a while, her whole body began to convulse, her eyes rolled back, and blood slowly oozed from her mouth and nose.

I originally only wanted to beat her to death and lock her body in this rarely visited gym. I had no desire to rape her. But then, looking at her naked, trembling legs, a wicked thought arose within me. I quickly removed her underwear, rolled it up to wipe the blood from her face, and then stuffed it into her mouth. I hadn't expected this woman's lower body to be so attractive. Her pubic area had very little hair, the skin of her vulva wasn't turned outwards, and it was a pale red color. I couldn't believe this woman didn't have a lot of sex. Perhaps due to the severe blows and loss of consciousness, she began to lose control of her bladder; her vulva was slightly turned outwards, and there was a considerable amount of urine around it. What surprised me

even more was that her labia slowly opened and closed with the trembling of her body. This really aroused my lust, and I quickly pulled down my jeans. My penis wasn't very large, but it was rock hard when I was aroused. Without hesitation, I inserted it into her vagina.

At that moment, I even forgot that having sex with her would leave behind more evidence.

Her vagina was quite warm, perhaps because the movements of my body accelerated the secretions inside, and soon I felt completely wet. I began to thrust in and out, and because she had accumulated a lot of moisture, I could hear a "splashing" sound with each thrust. A day ago, this woman, whom I'd never met before and who wouldn't even greet me, probably never dreamed that we'd be doing such "intimate things" in a basement like this. I'd only been in this city for less than two months and hadn't had a chance to meet any women; this job was perfect for satisfying my craving body.

Her trembling slowed down, and after about 10 minutes of thrusting, she became completely still. Her eyes rolled back, revealing most of the whites. The fluid flowing from her lower body gradually became very viscous. I gently checked her breath; she was dead.

Although I was scared, this only fueled my arousal. I lay on top of this Korean bitch's corpse, venting my fury even more wildly, as if I wanted to unleash all my resentment onto her body.

I changed positions, turning her over and penetrating her from behind, lifting her left leg onto my shoulder. If she were alive, this position would probably have made her faint from the pain, but because she was dead, she endured it without a sound. The bathroom floor was tiled, and it felt icy against my skin, so I simply pressed my entire weight onto her thighs and buttocks, avoiding touching the floor altogether. Surprisingly, it felt quite comfortable. I looked up at my reflection in the mirror, watching myself and the female corpse swaying and rocking rhythmically. My rationality plummeted; I was completely a beast.

I fucked her for about an hour before ejaculating, shooting all my semen inside her. Then I carefully wiped her vaginal opening and the surrounding floor with toilet paper. I took the elevator back to my room on the 12th floor, ate something, and then fucked her again. This time, I encountered a couple of men in the elevator, and I panicked.

After returning to my room the second time, I started packing my things. I was just working in this city; leaving was too easy for me. After packing my important belongings, I went to the basement for the third time. I struck her head more than ten times with an iron, then poured concentrated sulfuric acid I'd brought back from work into her vagina. That way, even if they found my semen, it would be very difficult for them to find it.

After confirming she was undeniably dead, I hurriedly left.

Ten days later, I saw the news in a newspaper in another city. It said that a South Korean woman had been found raped and tortured to death in the basement of an apartment building in downtown City A. Her genitals had been filled with sulfuric acid. Police had sealed off the city's airport and claimed the woman was the daughter of a South Korean vice mayor who had been studying in South Korea for three years.

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