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"Can we go somewhere quiet? I feel the need for something special."
She seems to know exactly where to go and after a short walk, we enter a small courtyard.
"How do you want it, back or front?" she asks, lifting her multitude of garments.
"Front I think, yes, the front will do nicely."
The woman lifts her clothes still further. I open my bag and take from it, one of my surgical scalpels. With one swift action I thrust it into her fat belly, all the while slicing and probing.
The look of shock on her face adds to the extreme pleasure of what I am doing.
She screams, "Murder..." I immediately remove the scalpel and slit her throat. She falls, drowning in her own blood. I smile as the warmth and wetness of my seminal fluid makes me feel good and I continue to rip her open.
There is the sound of a nearby window opening. Unperturbed, I take a clean cloth from my bag, wipe the blood from my hands, then return the cloth and scalpel before I, the real Jack the Ripper, calmly disappear into the darkness of night.