Jack the Ripper
First he shot at her leg. The woman bellowed and threw back her head. The
plaster was across her mouth and only her eyes widened, as the pain was
insufferable. She was lying on the bed with her arms and legs spread and bound
on both sides. Her torturer was enjoying the sight of victim's body convulsions
and then fired at the other leg. The woman twitched again and began to shake her
head. Meanwhile, the torturer slightly rectified the camera, fixed on the upper
shelf of the stand. "A perfect perspective", he noticed to himself and, turning
round, shot at the woman's shoulder. When the tears streamed down her cheeks, he
came up very close to her, moved his hand under her blouse and touched the
breast.
- Darling, haven't you fainted yet?, he pronounced insinuatingly, and tug at her
teat. The woman nearly shot upwards, but the ropes were tight and did not let
her out. At that moment her blouse was teared up and, on touching the neck, the
torturer's finger slowly moved down the breast, belly and pressed on the navel
with all its might. A desperate lowing of the victim made him laugh:
- Here's the second point of our programme.
He raped her long, with sadistic excitement. The flows of blood, gushing from
the wound, only fired up his lust. The woman did not show any signs of life. The
tortured body went limp and seemed to grow into the sheet.
- No, my bitch, it not about all yet!, the tyrant purred and splashed water from
a decanter in her face. When she opened her eyes, he bent over her, kissed the
plaster on the victim's lips and whispered:
- The third point of our program comes along.
The hairy hands unhurriedly rose and cocked the gun. A shot rang out. Great
Britain was shocked by the sequence of sadistic murders. It looked like Jack the
Ripper had arisen from dead and switched from prostitutes to wives of
respectable businessmen. Their tormented corpses were found in private
residences, on beaches, in the wood. The murderer turned out to be very
ingenious, and each victim's death was special and unique. One of them was found
in the oak-wood, tied to the thin trunk by her guts. Another was dangling on a
bough, hanged by her tongue. The third was lying on the seashore with a huge
beach umbrella in her throat.
All attempts of the police to get on the tracks of the murderer were in vain,
until one day a London businessman, an owner of a successful firm, got under
examination. He was prosecuted for swindling. The police searched in his house
and, withdrawing raised checks and queer screens, suddenly ran across a
videotape, hidden in a far corner of the clothes-press among the pile of black
linen. Having run through the tape in the studio, the cops were terrified. The
film demonstrated a scene of the murder of the respectful gentleman's wife, who
he had lately cried over and showed in her last way to the cemetery.
The businessman began to tell everything soon. True, he had something to do with
her murder. But she was her fault. She had the guts to betray her husband….
Gadding about everywhere. No, he hasn't ever seen her with lovers, but he was
informed that she had men from outside when alone. He felt insulted. To kill her
was not enough, the friends agreed. Only one shouldn't soil his hands - may wind
up in jail. It's better to hire an experienced killer. There's one
extra-qualified guy in view. Gonna bump off all right, with bells and whistles.
But he's expensive. Anyway, the deal costs the thing. The killer not only gonna
launch her into eternity, but will ripe her alive. Besides, he will film all the
"beauty". So it will be possible to look through the more impressive episodes,
pleasing one's pride. That's the revenge!..
The man under investigation mentioned the name of the killer. It was a Gary
Rouge. Having searched some files, the police managed to establish his identity.
He had already been brought to the trial. Since 18 Gary had been wringing out
money from druggies, who refused to pay for their potion in time. He had found
the right way to make the debtors cough up - just shot their knees. Rouge went
to jail for his connection with drug dealers. But, having broken free, he
managed to wipe out tracks. No one knew where he disappeared and, actually, no
one cared, as nothing was heard of him any more.
However, Rouge set out to search for more profitable occupation. Once he
committed a contract murder and got such big dough for it he hadn't ever seen in
his life. Having shot some dandies, he got a taste for killing.
Once, when through a telescopic sight he saw the victim's brains gushed out
extensively, he felt sudden enthusiasm. He realized that not only he liked to
kill, he had to see the victim die.
However, there hadn't been any orders for tortures from clients yet. To finish
off - and that's it. Without any fun. At that moment Rouge made up his mind to
look for the way out himself. When he opened a newspaper and read a note about a
jealous husband, who in his temper tortured his unfaithful wife and was prisoned
for it, he knew he found it.
Rouge felt he was about to strike oil. Wives cuckold easily, and their husbands
are ready to tear them to pieces, but control themselves for the fear of jail.
And what if offer them new service - a chance to take revenge on the wife? His
imagination ran high. To his client's desire the killer not only gonna make a
whore pop off the hooks, but taut at her to convict. A sudden thought came to
Rouge's mind to video the whole action and then sell tapes to the customers. His
intention proved to be right. The clients were not long in coming. Rouge began
to receive information where his service was needed and, on agreeing the terms,
set up a contract.
The first murder was committed according to his own scenario three years ago.
The 69 years old drug dealer made the order. The old man mentioned that his
young wife had become so impudent that she made eyes at other man even at his
presence.
- Wanna me put out her spotters?, Rouge inquired.
The client liked the idea.
The executor kept his word. He put a dildo into each eye-pit for the greater
effect.
Soon his ingenuity made him famous around the criminal world. Inspired by the
first success, Rouge offered a new client another "original" variant - to make
the traitress drink fifty litres of sunflower-seed oil, and after that rip open
her overfull stomach. The client hesitated - wasn't that too much?
- But she made fool of you…just shit all over you.., Rouge reminded.
The argument worked. However, the client burned the tape after examination, just
in case.
The next client's demand was to rape his wife first, and then shoot.
- And what about video?, Rouge asked carefully.
- I want everything - from the beginning to the end. I'm giving you absolute
blank-check.
Rouge did not expect to find so many like-minded persons among the rich. They
have to hide their sadistic inclinations and suffer that they can not indulge
themselves and give vent to their feelings. Imagine an unhappy businessman
sitting in a locked room, enjoying frames he had recently bought.
Soon afterwards Gary Rouge had become the most high-paid killer in Great
Britain. He pressed traditional killers due to his ingenuity and the level of
his earnings was impressive. The number of hired assassins rose sharply in the
last few years and, as the competition was tough, prices for murders by contract
had fallen in ten times. Now your enemy could be killed for thousand pounds
only. Rouge looked like a real millionaire against such a background. He wanted
ten thousand pounds for his art and another ten thousand for tapes.
When the police caught Rouge, he had already had lots of sadistic crimes. Yet,
the experts think he is certain to have as many in his "stash". As it was
impossible to localize the criminal, a policeman suggested that they should just
call the killer on mobile and make an "order". Thus, the criminal was taken in
and seized by the police.
His case is under investigation now. Evidence of his quilt is more than enough.
The police has searched out the other clients, who are under the threat of
punishment, and withdrawn intact tapes. Rouge did not deny anything and, sitting
face-to-face to a police inspector, he couldn't but show delight every time he
remembered his victims' sufferings. He had the only thing to say for himself:
- But the sin of adultery must be punished, mustn't it?
Copyright by Nightingale (2002).