The double strike of the blade into my chest literally took my breath away, as both lungs were punctured in rapid succession. I felt the blood begin to rise in my throat and tried to scream, but the scream was strangled at birth as the gleaming blade slashed viciously across my throat, severing the carotid artery, and my precious life-blood spurted like a horizontal shower from the resulting gash. My eyes clouded over, and I looked up to see the hideous grinning figure of the Ripper staring down at me with a look of intense satisfaction, and grim fascination on his face, as though he were savouring every second of my pain and confusion.
As I felt the last dregs of life draining from my almost lifeless body I tried to form the one word, ‘Why?’ but of course it wouldn’t come. My voice was n
