“Who’s Millicent? If this is a roleplay thing, you gotta give me the script first, darling. I can’t improv at...” He turned to check the clock... “ ... seven in the morning.”“No, she’s-” I stopped. Connections grew between the clues in my mind. I had woken up next to Erik. He called me darling. He treated me like I was his. He didn’t know his wife’s name.And I was still wearing the ring.No ... this couldn’t be possible ... But no prank show could make my hair grow three inches overnight, or put a. I take and kiss all around the nipple and touch each part of your breast before taking in the nipple and sucking it into my mouth. You moan and arch your back as I do and your hand moves down towards the pot of gold you have between your legs. I grab your hand and tell you I will get there in due time, for now just enjoy the journey.I move down to your stomach and as I kiss each of your sides, you giggle a bit as my mustache tickles you. I then move to your belly button, and it is like I am. It was only four o'clock by then, but the October day was already losing Indian Summer heat. I took more frames of Janice as she lay there, sated, then helped her dress and gather up the blanket.That night I locked myself in the dark room for three hours, patiently loading film into small tanks, and cycling chemicals through them. My exposures were right on the money, and even the tiny negative images made my cock stiffen. I left them hanging with weight clips on them, to dry overnight.The next. Who I was is not important. My life, in fact, is not important. And neither is anyone elses. Who am I now? Some would say Im a killer. A rapist. A cruel hearted bastard. A sadist. A psycho. And those people would be right, its true. I am all of those, and more. But others, the ones I favor, would call me an arist. A genuis. Just because I actually end lives, and take beautiful girls against their will, does not make me worse than most men. Everyone has their sick fantasies, I just prefer.