I had a bad day, I had been in meetings all day with new clients in another city. I decided to stop for a drink or two before going back to my hotel r...om. I found this bar that look interesting so I went in. There were lots of beautiful women there so I thought that maybe I would get lucky and not have to be alone tonight. I went to the bar and ordered a drink and checked out the room. Like I said there were lots of beautiful ladys there but one caught my eye. She was not too tall with dark. She craned her neck back willing her eyes to focus on the figure pushing her. It was female, wearing something black and glistening with patches of white. A maid perhaps? The drugs coursing through her system proved too strong, however, and she never got a clear look at her captor. Her vision faded to black.She jerked wide awake when she felt the liquid flowing over her chest. She looked around wildly, completely disoriented. She was in a small chamber of some sort, with harsh white lights. She. ‘No, my Darling, It’s a she. Trust me, a woman knows these things. Any way they say a man proves himself when he sire’s a daughter. I know you have proved yourself.’ Six months later our daughter was born. Ally and I had long discussions about names. I wanted to call her Sheila after her mum, Ally wanted Jacqueline, the nearest she could get to my name. Guess what? I agreed to Jacqueline. Ally convinced me in bed one night, with a virtuoso performance with her mouth, playing a concerto on my. My life, in fact, is not important. And neither is anyone else's.Who am I now? Some would say I'm a killer. A rapist. A cruel hearted bastard.A sadist. A psycho. And those people would be right, it's 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 mine to be satisfied. Tonight, they.