The moon hung low in the sky, casting a dim glow over the abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town. I dragged my prey, a shy, petite catboy named Meowmi, into the dark and dusty building. His small frame trembled under my strong grip, and his wide eyes darted around in fear.
"W-what are you going to do to me?" Meowmi stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.
I chuckled, my voice echoing through the empty warehouse. "I'm going to teach you a lesson, Meowmi. You should have said yes when I asked you out on a date."
Meowmi cringed at my words, trying to pull away from me. But it was no use. My muscles bulged with excitement as I overpowered him with ease. I tied him up, savoring the fear in his eyes as he realized he was at my mercy.
"Please, let me go," Meowmi begged, his voice shaking. "I'm sorry I rejected your date offer. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings."
I laughed, my eyes glinting with amusement. "It's too late for apologies, Meowmi. You're mine now."
I began to beat Meowmi, my fists making contact with his soft body. His screams of pain only turned me on more. I insulted him, calling him a "puny little kitten" and a "crybaby". He whimpered and begged for mercy, but I only laughed.
"You think you're so tough, rejecting me like that," I sneered, my voice dripping with venom. "But you're just a weak little boy, aren't you?"
Meowmi tried to fight back, but it was no use. I was too strong and he was too weak. I took pleasure in every cry and whimper that escaped his lips. My arousal grew as I heard his pleas, his innocence fueling my sadistic desires.
I took a break from beating Meowmi, instead using my fingers to tease and torment him. He struggled against his bindings, trying to escape my touch. But I was relentless, my fingers dancing over his sensitive skin.
"Please, stop," Meowmi sobbed, his voice hoarse from screaming. "I can't take it anymore."
But I didn't stop. I grew tired of the teasing and resume my beating, each punch and kick more brutal than the last. Meowmi's screams turned into sobs, but I was too far gone to stop.
I leaned in close to Meowmi, my breath hot on his face as I whispered insults in his ear. "You're nothing but a weak little boy, Meowmi. You're not even worth my time."
I could feel my climax approaching, my body tingling with excitement. With one final, crushing blow, I brought an end to Meowmi's innocent life. As he took his last breath, I reached my peak, crying out in a mix of pleasure and sadistic satisfaction.
I stood over Meowmi's lifeless body, my chest heaving as I caught my breath. I had won. I had proved my strength and dominance. And as I walked out of the warehouse, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and satisfaction. I was a strong and sadistic tomboy, and I would not be denied.
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