I am merely a ripper.

Nothing more.

I just killed a whore.

Such easy prey.

I brought her to my room.

and plunged my knife into her eyes,

One at time.

Then cut in between her thighs.

O’ how joyful it was.

She screamed in such horror,

It fascinated me to no end.

So I stood there

and grinned.

My lights were dim,

And her blood was all over her body,

Each of her limbs.

And splattered on mine.

Her screams turned

To soft, pitiful cries

Tears came

from what was left of her eyes.

The sobs rough,

Came from her exhausted voice

And it was my choice

Not to feel pity.

She slowly withered away,

But death was only the beginning,

If I have my way.