Suffering of the Condemned

LETTER FROM THE RIPPER Dear Detectives: I love to walk around the seediest areas, luring disgusting whores to dark places. I promise them money and drugs. Then I brutally murder and dismember their bodies. But I think that you already know that. You should also know that I don't kill them just to dismember them - I just like and love to spread all this evil around. I love to grab their breasts and cut them off with my sharp knife while they are still alive. They usually try to scream in pain, but I never worry. I just sever their vocal cords with my sharp knife. I like to use my sharp knife to cut their ears and noses off, too. I just love peeling those away from their heads. I want to use my sharp knife to cut another sickening whore from her chest to her belly button. Then I will rip her stomach open, so that I can pull out her internal organs and her intestines from the inside of her body. I just love to cut them into pieces. Their body parts turn me on and make me feel aroused. There's nothing like holding a severed foot in your hand. Who knows? I just might start to eat my next victims. Dismembering and mutilating does make a man like me hungry. The blood turns me on, too. I like to feel it all over me. I love the feel of it. I love the smell of it. I just love whore blood. I even taste it every chance I get. There's just something about a whore's blood that gives me pleasure. I must admit, it is difficult to grip my sharp knife with all the blood in my hands, but I manage to cut them up just fine. Don't worry. It's not your fault. The world occasionally gives rise to murderers like myself, all the time. The difference between me and them is - that I'm writing this letter and I am free to create chaos. You want to catch me badly. Don't you? Well, I am living proof that I am simply smarter than you all. You all might be smart, but my intelligence is superior. You can all sit where you are to read this and you can ask the people all the questions that you like. Who knows? You might even question me. You can all investigate while I kill and murder more worthless whores. We have more in common than you think - we all work hard to fulfill our pleasures. I know that you want me to stop and give myself up, but I'm having too much fun. Stalking those stinking whores gives me a rush. At first, they think that I just want sex, but when I plunge my sharp knife into them and I feel that air leave their bodies, I just stare at the terror and horror that is projected through their eyes. I just love that. I love to see and feel their bodies go limp while I'm still holding them in my arms. Maybe, I am a very charming and a well speaking man. Maybe, I'm so handsome that my looks help me lure more useless whores into my traps. Next to nothing is known about my whereabouts. And being a free man, I can travel anywhere I please. Like to your houses for an example. I love the fact that I'm making you tremble as you read this. And you just might keep an eye out for me after you read this, too. I hope that you can catch me, because I'm dying to let the world know who I am. But for that - you are going to have to catch me first. Until then, I will continue to roam your dark alley ways and I will continue to stalk these good for nothing whores. The easy ones will die first. Then, who knows? Maybe, I will pay a visit to your wives and daughters. I wonder if you'll sentence me to a mental institution or just let me rot in jail - if you catch me. Well, it doesn't matter. I'm not worried. I know that you will never catch me. I'm just that good. I know that you detectives are unforgiving to mass murderers and monsters like myself, but I don't care. I love what I do. You do your jobs and I will do mine. You won't catch me and I know it. Just know that the difference between me and you is - that if I show up to my work - you are all dead. And there is nothing that you can do about that. I'm not writing this to scare you. I'm just saying that the world's most terrifying serial killer is in fact roaming free. I just want you to know that I could be outside of your doors in the near future. I just wanted to tell you that you are chasing the most prolific serial killer that this world has ever seen. By the way, by the time that you receive this letter - you should be finding my next victim. Anyway, one day we just might meet in person, but until then - HAPPY HUNTING. Yours Truly, Jack the Ripper