In a Coffin
Chapter 1: Left to Die
"Another prostitute murdered. Come get your paper here." A young boy with brown hair began shouting out. "Jack the Ripper strikes again."
That makes 6 so far. An involuntary shudder runs down Avery's back. She knows she can't keep stealing forever but she must for now. At least until Jack is caught. She continues past the paper boy but only after she spots the name of the recent victim. Mary Jane Kelly. A tear escaped one of Avery's eyes.
Stepping back into the busy street she walks in the direction of the market. She visited daily. Stealing from there was a routine. Since she quit being a prostitute she has had no other choice. Avery knew every twist and turn in that area of London.
Avery's P.O.V…
I can't stop thinking about Mary. She did not deserve death. She was kind and friendly. Even though I only met her once, I can't help but feel sorry. Turning a corner, I continue to look down at my shoes. The sound of my heels clicking, echoing off the walls in the alleyway. The recent rain made everything wet. My shoes where soaked from stumbling into a puddle earlier. I trust my feet to take me where I need to go. The market is not too far from where I am now. Only about 4 minutes. I want to get this over with. I hated stealing. I hate it so much, but it is how I get food and clothing. I did make a living off of my beauty in prostitution. That was until Jack the Ripper became a threat for me.
I am so deep in my thoughts I don't even notice I am being followed until a hand grabs my hair and holds my mouth shut. I try to scream but I know it is no use. All the sound being made is a long muffled mmmm.
"You're a pretty one, darling." My capture has a deep voice. I can smell alcohol heavy on his breath.
I try to calm myself in hopes of getting an idea. I must not let my gift show. I must stay calm. I must stop struggling. Maybe then I will be only hurt a little. I can't calm though. His hand is blocking off my breathing. My head feels fuzzy and my arms reach up to try and pry his off my face. I can't breathe. Water feels my eyes and my lungs begin screaming for air. Dear god no. Please don't let me die. As if god heard my prayer the man holding me shifts ever so slightly so I can breathe again. I take several deep breathes and calm my heart. I stop struggling because it would only bring me more hurt. The grip around my mouth releases my face.
"Please sir. I only ask you that you let me go. Please." He just snickers and snakes his hand around me waist.
"Now why would I do that? I want you to be a good girl and take your clothes off." I shudder but know it is my only option. I bend down and undo the laces on my shoes, then undo the buttons running down the spine of my dress. I remove everything but my panties and bra.
"Please. I don't want this." I try once more to reason with him but to no avail.
He turns me around and trusts his hand down to cup my sex. I silently cry while he inserts one then two of his fingers. I close my eyes and wish over and over for this to end. But it doesn't. It just gets worse. I wait while he retrains my wrists and pulls his own sex out. I bite my lip to the point of it bleeding when he enters me. It was painful. I am used to the feeling physically, but it hurts so badly. Like fire. I just cry and cry. My tears mixing with the taste of blood.
After an eternity of pain he finally stops. He pulls out and pushes me to the ground. I probably would have not been able to stand any way.
"Get your ass dressed, bitch." He spits at me. I take note he has become more aggressive. I don't want to make him mad. I find my mud caked dress and slip it back on. Once I am dressed again he pulls me from the ground by my chestnut hair. I gasp in pain. He only chuckles and pulls my face up to meet his.
"I can't let you go around telling anyone about me so say goodnight bitch." With that he pulls out a knife and thrusts it into my side. My eyes widen at the pain. I scream. It is agony. Today is the day I die.
He forces me to the ground and kicks my torso again and again. I become more desperate for air with every blow. Without thinking I stop my heartbeat. It is a gift I have. One I am grateful for in this moment. He smiles down on me.
"That's what you get, bitch." He turns and walks away.
I can just sleep now. I hope I die while I sleep. I hope I can end this pain. Closing my eyes, I cannot think of a better thing then death. When it comes I will greet it as an old friend and welcome it. If it doesn't I will try and recover. After all I always have.
