I didn't know what was happening. I didn't care. There was no panic.. just curiousity. So many things had happened to me before, depending on fetishes. This fetish would be an odd one but I'd get over it. My body felt odd. Very, very odd indeed. Things were blurry.. things were flitting through my vision. Through my point of view of the world that shouldn't be there. Things were moving.. talking.. being. My thoughts were just too jumbled. Nothing made sense. I didn't make sense. They didn't make sense. This man on top of me made no sense. Then he was dead. He was dead. Done. Gone. His life was no more. He was murdered. Killed. Killed by me, Fiora Cavazza.