[ WP ] When you die , you are reincarnated with no memory of your past life . It is , however , possible to view the list of people you have been in past lives . You find out you were someone unspeakably horrible .

`` So,'' she whispered in a soft voice, `` who were you?'' 
 
 I tensed up. She felt it and eased off of me. Closing my eyes, I thought about what to say for a second. 
 
 `` What does it matter who I was?'' I gave a weak laugh, but she must have known it was fake. `` I'm me. You're you. Past is past.'' 
 
 I felt her hand come up my chest again. `` No, baby. They found out that we usually turn into our past selve's personality. Who were you?'' 
 
 Would she stop asking me that? 
 
 `` Truth is, I do n't know.'' 
 
 I felt her sit up in bed. `` You do n't know?'' 
 
 `` No.'' I felt a surge of anger, but I held it down. I've been feeling those a lot lately. 
 
 `` Check right now!'' She sounded excited. `` Just close your eyes an-'' 
 
 `` I know how to check,'' I interrupted her, but kept my voice low. `` If it'll make you quiet down, I'll check.'' 
 
 I felt her lean harder on me. I closed my eyes and thought about that damn dot they showed us in school. Concentrate on the dot and think and it'll come. Yeah right, jack shit was coming to- 
 
 I felt names flash by in the darkness. I opened my eyes and looked at them. I did n't recognize most, but some were bigger than the others. 
 
 *Jack the Ripper* 
 
 *Ted Bundy* 
 
 I immediately closed my eyes and thought back to the present. I did n't feel the names anymore. I looked up. Nothing. 
 
 `` Baby,'' came her voice. `` Are you alright? Who were you? You're shaking.'' 
 
 `` I'm not like them.'' I said. 
 
 `` Like who?'' She asked. 
 
 She always asked questions. It was her damn fault I knew who I was. Stupid bitch... 
 
 I got up and put my hands around her neck, clamping them tight and choking her as hard as I could. It felt good. Pure ecstasy, letting the anger out. I felt strong as her arms flailed weakly against mine. Like a fish flopping against a dog. 
 
 `` I'm not like them...'' I whisper as I felt her fading out of consciousness. I felt my cock pressing against her thigh, harder then it has ever been. I kept my hands around her neck as I repositioned myself to be in between her legs. 
 
 `` I'm not like them...''
