Exquisite

SEPTEMBER 30, 1888

“Jack!? How dare they! HOW DARE THEY! I am no man, and I am no man’s fool.” Victoria yelled as she threw down the newspaper. The headline:

“Jack the Ripper strikes again in the East End”

“I will show them, they haven’t seen true horror. HA, Jack. When I’m finished, they will all wish for death. How dare they! Damn Jack.” She paced around her bedroom scratching her head.

“If only they knew what beautiful work I’ve done. Someone will know. Someone MUST know. Damn Jack.”

In the north corner of her room sat two women, tied together with wire and rope and bloodied white cloth shoved in their mouths to serve as gags. Victoria continued to pace around the room, the women could see her getting increasingly frustrated as she kept looking down at the front page of the newspaper. She came and sat on the bed next to the two women, and stared at them. Her eyes were blank, as if she were in a trance. Her lips, a pale pink and slightly chapped. She had blood on her left hand, covering her knuckles, as if she just got done punching something, or someone.

“Oh Catherine, I really liked you. You were one of my favorite clients. However, I will not play a man’s game. And they WILL know me.” Victoria shouted as she took out a silver scalpel. Both women began to scream, wiggling around while trying to escape. They simply couldn't. It was much too difficult.

However, one thing did. It was quite subtle. But still, so loud. Nothing but a scream escaped. It escaped and landed on deaf ears. Their movements proved to be futile. Victoria grabbed Catherine by her hair, tilting it back as she exposed her sweaty neck. Victoria bit her bottom lip, as a smile came across them and she began slicing into her neck from ear to ear, the blood splattering Victoria’s face like a painting while simultaneously gushing down her neck and onto her chest. She then turned to the other woman.

The scream was still ringing in her ears. It wasn't too loud but it wasn't too quiet either. The scream didn't have the strength to signal an alert, but it was just enough to get her excited for her next victim.

“Oh Ms. Stride, I didn’t forget about you my darling” Victoria smiled as she quickly sliced the side of the girl’s neck, severing the main artery. With both women dead, she removed the gags, the rope and finally the wire. Both of the bodies slumped to the floor sideways, creating a mixed crimson pool. Victoria pulled Catherine’s body away from the other, kicking the other girl in the head to move her out of the way. She walked into the bathroom and got out her surgical tools. She put on a face mask and placed a tarp over her carpet

“Now it’s time for the fun part.” She whispered to herself, smiling through the mask.

She pulled off all of Catherine’s clothes, throwing them in a small pile. She then took her large scalpel and slowly inserted it into Catherine’s abdomen. When she felt the blade go all the way in and her hand touched Catherine’s skin, she took a deep breath, holding it. She cut along the stomach, from one hip, under the belly button until she finally reached the other hip. Next, she made a precise vertical cut, through the belly button, stopping directly under the first rib. She pulled the skin and the muscles apart, and as the blood continued to paint her face, she exhaled in pleasure and licked her lips, her eyes rolling back as the blood touched her tongue.

“Exquisite.”