She was so beautiful.
Every night in this dismal club she joined her friends, drinking, dancing, drowning her misery. One night, in particular, I couldn't resist her; she was at her best like never before.
Her pink sweater warmed her chilled skin as she walked alone, through the wind of the cold, late night. There in the shadows she was watched, unknowingly. The urge drove me and I revealed myself, my breathing heavy as I watched her walk away. Her pace slowed, before she glanced back. "Hello" she smiled, cheerfully as her sight set on me. She had so much to drink that night, she should have seen why this was wrong.
"Hi" I said, stepping forth. The closer I got the more her smile disappeared. The streets were silent, darkness was our company; tonight was the night. Her tender lips pressed to mine were a final satisfaction. The feel of her nails digging into my skin in attempt to push me away, my hands gripped tight to her arms, a leg stepped between hers. "Get off me you vile freak!" she screamed. One push and she lay beneath me, muffled screams under my palm, legs kicking. The knife sitting in the pocket of my jacket came out in my hand, her eyes widened at the sight. "Watch me," I whispered. A smile crept to my face as I slid the blade down the side of my neck, toward my collarbone. Cleaning the knife with my tongue before I pushed it to her leg, sliding up her inner thigh. Her face dampened of tears she cried, the thrill getting to me at the feeling of her blood. She needed to stay awake as long as possible, she needed to feel me here; she needed this. Pulling the knife up her shirt and watching it fall to her sides I ran my hand along her bare stomach, applying pressure to feel all inside. "I want to see you" I whispered, pushing the knife deeply up her stomach, stopping just under where her bra sat. "All those years of medical school.." I spoke aloud to myself, a careful slice here and there, and there they were. Blood-covered and working organs, One pull after the other releasing them. Careful to not cause damage, slow to savior the moment, She became weaker.
"Who..are you?" she weakly asked.
"Shaun. But call me Jack. Jack, The Ripper" I spoke, before pushing the knife to her throat and ripping it along.
