A Jack The Ripper Tale.
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You could almost feel the fright,
as the man lost sight,
she was merely an escort,
perhaps a lady of the night,
he considered himself simply a trick,
and that angered him,
so he just beat her with a stick,
senseless, and the beatings continued,
she would hide behind the pain,
her face would stain,
as the dried blood would remain,
he was mad, he was insane,
he beat her until she lost her breath,
bringing her to the brink of death,
he fell silent,
but calm,
sweat building in his palm,
and her begging was the last word he heard.
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