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Mary Ann Nichols.
She just walked out of the "Ten Bells" pub, leaving her other 4 prostitute friends to drink with the final money for the night.
"Madam!" A man yelled, walking out of the town's carriage. He was fairly tall for what looked like to be a 30 year old man. His hair was black, the right side of it covering a bit of the right part of his forehead. The long black coat he was wearing complimented his dark gray tight pants and shirt.
"Oh, yes, sir? Do I know you?"
"No. but I do know you, madam. Mary Ann Nichols, right? I know some friends that have used your service before. Would you have time right now to also service me? Maybe go to my apartment? It's very cold on the streets right now." The man said, smirking at her, the tall black hat on his head not making any motions as he bobbed up back to the carriage.
"Y-yes. I am Mary Ann Nichols. And what is your name, sir?" The woman asked, looking at the man as the horses of the carriage started to stomp their feethea the ground and move.
"Oh, quite the impatient lady you are, hm? Jack is my name, dear. Jack Sickert. Might I ask, how much money shall I pay you for you to do me a quickie? I have quite a lot of money on me, you see. But, dearie me! How are you and your friends lasting through these hard times? Women like you... They always get killed. I'm not trying to sound rude though, darling. This is just out of pure confusion and concern." Jack asked as he stared back at the woman, fixing up his coat in the process.
"Well... Jack, for quickie it's usually 2-3 pennies, depends on how fast or quick you want it to be... But, good question. We try and make at least 5-6 pennies per day, depending on how busy we are with our clients. It's tough, yes. But we are also tough. We can go through such hard times."
"That's a good sign. You ladies must really hope for a better life... Oh, we're here. Drop us off!" Jack yelled at the man, commanding the horses on the carriage.
Jack took her hand in his and walked her over to the nearby doorstep of the building.
"So... Public sex, mister?" Mary Ann asked, looking at Jack who was not taking out keys to unlock the door to the building. They were also the only ones in the surrounding area.
"No."
Jack quickly pulled out a knife and sliced her throat, making a single deep cut, around 3-4 centimetres deep.
"You're a whore and I would never fuck a street bitch. You and your friends are worthless, dearest. And so are you. You're all whores, and should not be alive. This should teach you a fucking lesson, darling." The man said, smiling down at her as he took the knife away from her throat. Her eyes had already rolled to the back of her eye sockets slightly and she already looked dead.
Jack took the knife to her abdomen, making a jagged cut into it, flipping the flesh to one side so that the internal organs would be exposed. He made a few more cuts on her stomach and moved back to her neck. He smiled, making another cut, this time taking it to as deep as to her vertebrae.
"Good-bye, dearest." He said as he smirked and took the knife back in his coat.