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¿Who is James?
My name is not James obviously, but she likes it, she says I have a James face haha
Since I can remember I have been in trouble, I come from a powerful and millionaire family, we are used to doing whatever we want.
I left my home for about ten years. My father's rules are suffocating, since mother died I am not happy in that house, I also wanted to experience new things.
My parents have always given me money so I don't worry about work I lead the same life but in my own way, I slept with the most beautiful women and with whom I loved, I traveled around the world at my 25 years of age , I met so many prominent people and places, but all of that started to bore me, so I had a really crazy idea.
My first victim was a man my own age, we were playing cards, he cheated, he beat me.
It bothered me so much that I waited for him outside the underground casino.
I was hiding in his car, the man was barely going to turn on the auit when he cut his throat, his blood smeared all over the windshield, the man was drowning in his blood.
I liked that feeling of watching someone die.
I am 25 years old at my age I have been committing different crimes, some deserved it, others it was only for pleasure.
The police are very stupid, they would never suspect a millionaire like me, apart from that nobody messes with my family, I have many advantages.
I never do the same to my victims, I always use different tactics.
The day I met cherry ....
I decided to change, I swear.
I just wanted to put in enough gas and get lost on the way. You know all roads lead to Rome.
When I saw that beautiful woman I stopped, I couldn't help but want to take her.
her hair was curly and reddish like autumn, her cinnamon skin could smell her scent from this distance, and on her face two suns so beautiful. Skinny, I think she wasn't wearing a bra, I could see her pesons.
She provoked me immediately, I am very reluctant to do it but my will power is very fragile.
I began to follow the car where it was going, until they reached a cabin, I entered through the back door, I hid behind an old furniture and listened to all the talk.
Her father called her sweetie, I found it very funny, she went up to her bedroom.
I decided to go out, the spiders scare me, besides I wanted to watch the lady through her window.
I watched her for a while, I wanted to be in there touching her skin.
Suddenly I saw that she got up, grabbed his coat and went outside, that was my chance I thought.
What a silly girl to walk around late at night and alone, I decided to follow her to protect her and I didn't want to keep doing wrong, but she made it very easy for me.
I took her, even though she yelled or kicked she would take her, to my surprise she let herself go, she let herself be carried away that confused me more.
I just wanted to take her home, throw her on the floor, enjoy her a little then kill her, but no, she left and ruined my plans.
I want to touch her, she looks so fragile, I removed all the clothes from her tiny and slender body, underneath there were freckles, her skin was warm and soft.
It felt good, it was like a porcelain glass, which with any bruising movement would break.
I think I'll keep it, I want to study it a bit.
I have never come across prey like this.
She says he liked it, jhe likes pain, she likes to suffer, but I see her little angel face and I melt.
For the first time in years I feel loved by someone, I feel that I have power towards someone without using force or threats, she alone surrendered to me and now she is only mine.
On the 24th of July, nineteen seventy-six, I took her with me
- Writer
