The bustling shopping mall was a playground for predators like him. He strolled through the crowd, his eyes scanning the sea of faces for his next victim. And then he saw her - an ugly, fat old woman with large saggy breasts. He grinned, a wicked gleam in his eye.
He approached her, feigning innocence. "Excuse me, ma'am," he said, his voice dripping with false sincerity. "Do you know where I can find the women's restroom?"
The old woman looked at him, confusion etched on her face. She pointed down the hallway, her hand shaking slightly. "It's down there, on the right," she said, her voice quivering.
He nodded, his grin never faltering. And then, without warning, he started punching her face. Slowly at first, just hard enough to terrify her. The old woman's eyes widened in shock, her hands coming up to protect her face.
But he was relentless. He continued his assault, his punches getting harder and more violent. And then, he noticed something - a woman walking towards them, her hand buried in her pants. She was watching the scene unfold, her face flushed with pleasure.
She started masturbating, her moans of pleasure encouraging him to punch harder. And then, other women joined in. They walked towards the old woman, their faces twisted in a mix of disgust and arousal.
They urinated on the old woman's face as he continued his assault. The predator reveled in the psychological torture, dominating the woman and punching her face for existing. "You're nothing but a punching bag, old hag," he sneered, his voice filled with cruel playfulness.
The women in the bathroom cheered him on, not with cheers, but with erotic encouragement. "Harder, punish her more," they moaned, their hands buried in their pants.
And so, he complied. His punches got harder and more violent. The old woman's face was a bloody mess, but she was still alive. The predator was turned on by the violence, his arousal evident in his pants. The women in the bathroom were masturbating, moaning in ecstasy.
But the predator was not satisfied yet. He decided to switch it up, targeting a little girl instead. He dragged her into the bathroom, the women following. The little girl was crying, begging for mercy. But the predator was beyond reason.
He punched the little girl, his blows hard and unforgiving. The women cheered him on, their orgasms close. The little girl was crying, her face stained with tears. "Beg all you want, it won't stop me," the predator laughed, his voice filled with malice.
The women in the bathroom were climaxing, their moans filling the room. The predator was close to climaxing himself. And then, with one final punch, he killed the little girl. The women in the bathroom reached their orgasms, their bodies shuddering in pleasure.
The predator was satisfied, his sick desires fulfilled... for now. He walked out of the bathroom, his eyes scanning the crowd for his next victim. The shopping mall was still bustling, the people still oblivious to the deviant's delight happening in their midst.
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