Jackie The Ripper

Chapter 17

Days began to run together as the torture contiuned. I couldn't figure out why he was keeping me alive. He would talk to me while he tortured me. Telling me things like how I was the only woman he had feelings for that wasn't s****l. I didn't speak most of the time. I didn't want him to get satisfaction from me speaking. My clothes were in pieces from all the cuts he had made all over my body. He could clearly see my whole body at this point and he was enjoying every second of it.

My body ached everywhere. I had lost a lot of blood, but he would stitch me up if a cut was too opened. He wanted me alive for some reason. Then it happened one day. He came into the dark room and didn't have any tools with him. I held my head up as high as I could. I noticed him walking to the chair. He leaned so close to my face, with his blue eyes still as beautiful as ever. 

Then his lips touched mine. I didn't have the strength to fight him. Suddenly he pulled away and looked into my eyes. "What have you done to me Jackie?" I couldn't answer before his lips were on mine again. The fact this man had been torturing me for days didn't even cross my mind. That passion I had felt before was burning through my body. 

As far as I was concerned I wanted him all over again. I wanted to feel him touching my whole body. What was wrong with me? Everytime I start to hate him, he starts doing this to me. Making me want him more than I did before. He pulled away from me again. "Jackie, I think I love you." I took a deep breath. Maybe if I play along he will let me go. "I think I love you too. I just can't show you being tied to this chair." "If I untie you, you will run away and go to the police." "No I won't Jack. I want to be with you."

I saw his eyes go from passion to soft. "Alright, you run away I will kill you." "I wouldn't want it any other way." He slowly untied my hands and I started running my hands through his hair. I heard him moan slightly. He ran his hand down my leg to the rope that was tied to the chair. I was trying so hard to keep focused and not let him seduce me again. 

Once he finished untying me I slumped over and he picked me up and carried me bridal style to a room with a bed. He must have known I couldn't really fight him on anything. So he gently laid me on the bed and sat on the edge by me. "I want you to be mine." I didn't know what he meant by that but he started taking what was left of my clothes off. I jerked away from him at this point. 

So scared that he was going to hurt me again. "I'm not going to hurt you. You don't have the strength to change your clothes." He got me to lift my arms as much as I could so that he could pull the new dress over my head. "Now get some sleep. I'll wake you in the morning." Jack left the room, leaving me confused on why he had all of the sudden had a change of heart. I could barely stay awake. My eyes felt so heavy, so I fell fast asleep.

I woke up to the smell of coffee. I tried to stand up but my legs gave way. The door flew open and there stood Jack. "What have you done?" His shouting was not needed, but I got up the strength to answer back. "I smelled coffee and wanted to get out of bed." "Oh, well in that case let me help you into the kitchen." 

All of the sudden he was being so gentle with me. I was starting to not be afraid of him. Then my mind went straight back to thinking of the torture. Jack sat me on the counter as he finished cooking breakfast. Which I was glad of, because the knife set was right by my hand. I snuck one up my sleeve. Jack turned to me. "I hope you are hungry. I made a big breakfast." "I'm pretty hungry." "Good. I'll set the table then help you to the table." 

This was starting to be torture. Why would he have me doing things like this? I needed to wait for the right time to take him out forever. He came and got me off of the counter and had me sit in the chair next to me. "Don't you see Jackie? We could be a normal family. You, me, and the kids. Wouldn't that be great? I could quit killing. I would have someone tough enough that I could take my anger out on. What do you think?" 

I knew I couldn't say the wrong thing to him, so I agreed with him. "That would be great, the kids would finally know their father." I said it with a smile the whole time wanting to throw up. How could this man think I could let that happen? I needed to hurry up with my plan before he wanted to go get my kids. I ate the breakfast he had made. "May I go back to my room now?" "Sure. You need to rest up for when we move the children in." 

I walked back to my room, preparing myself for what I needed to do. The s****l attraction was one thing but there was no way I will let him around my children. I started praying for the strength that I needed to get this evil out of the world. Sitting there, just thinking about how I was going to have to kill my children's father. This would be the hardest kill in all of my life.