Here are the links to catch-up, read again or start from the beginning
Episode List From 1 – 52
Then: 53 54 55 56 57 58 59 60 61 62
Images below from Google, Getty Images, and Pixabay
Please read the start of the story using the link above. I promise, it’s well-worth the time to check it all out. At least then, this excerpt will make more sense)
WARNING Before continuing with this story, please be aware that the details are both graphic AND as close to ‘true’ as I could possibly make them. I studied and researched autopsy and coroner’s reports on Mary Kelly’s murder and this is close to how I believe this particular murder would have taken place. It is, therefore, harrowing.
He tied Keme’s elbows together behind his back and secured the wrists in a similar fashion – tight and very secure. Then he tied the knees together and pulled the still unconscious form up into a sitting position and made sure that Keme was held steady by tying his ankles together and bending the legs at the knee in order to prop him in the sitting position.
Then Jack went back to the task of reviving Keme by means of bloodletting on Mary Kelly. His theory was that Keme would awaken because of the smell of blood.
First, Jack arranged the woman’s legs so as to give him room for the operations he planned.
Jack sliced through the tender flesh of Mary’s breasts, talking all the while as he did so.
“I’ll cut this bit off here and place it up here,” almost in a sing-song voice. He removed a breast, cutting deep to take muscle as well as tissue in one circular incision, and placed it under the head. He was careful not to move the head too much in case he pulled it right off.
“Then I’ll take this other piece and put it out of the way, over here.”
Jack removed the other breast in much the same way, cutting deep down to the ribcage, and he placed that at the bottom of the bed.
“Now - I’ll – make – sure – that - nobody – sees – you – in – the - same – way – ever – again!” He punctuated each word with a series of slashes to the face.
Once he had made sure that Mary Kelly was as unrecognisable as he could, he checked on Keme to see if he was awakening and on finding the young man still unconscious, Jack resumed his game.
He began a parody of an autopsy. The abdomen was sliced across-ways in three large swathes from breastbone to pubis but not in a smooth and practiced manner of an eminent surgeon, Jack was far removed from that particular part of his mind.
He performed with the random jerkiness of a madman conducting the orchestra of the damned.
He pulled back the flaps of the abdomen and as an afterthought, sliced down to remove all three pieces from the body. He laid those pieces of flesh on the table, out of his way.
Then he cut at the thighs of the woman. Taking the flesh almost down to the knee on one leg, he then leaned across the body to hack flesh from the upper leg, the genitalia and the buttock on the other leg he again, laid out the pieces on the table in what would seem to be the Butchers table of Sawney Bean.
“Only the most tender cuts of meat on the front to draw in the custom! Ha ha!” he cried as he waved the bloody knife about his head. As he brought down the knife, he cut down the leg of the corpse almost to the ankle and was amazed at how deep the cut had gone with so little effort. He opened up the cut with his fingers and tried to peer inside.
Jack continued the knife waving exercise he had started at the table and sliced and slashed at the upper arms and face once more, seeming to be dissatisfied with the previous mutilations he had inflicted.
On more than one occasion, he forgot that he was naked and wiped blood from his hands down his front as he would have done had he been wearing his apron. His belly and upper legs were decorated with vivid red streaks, fingermarks slashed across his own flesh in a satire of the wounds he was inflicting on Mary Kelly’s remains.
He removed pieces of the internal organs and put the uterus and kidneys along with the breast, under the head, again being careful not to remove the head from the body.
He took the liver and threw it up into the air and left it where it landed, between the feet of the corpse.
Jack took the spleen and dropped it on the side of the bed closest to him and then removed the intestines and tossed the slippery morass over to the other side of the bed.
Then he took another glimpse at his captive and, dissatisfied that he was still not awakening, aimed a kick at the man’s thigh. The kick would have been ineffective even had Keme been conscious for Jack had not got his shoes on.
By this time, blood had soaked through the thin mattress and was dripping onto the floor. Jack held onto the side of the bed and tilted his head under to watch as the gore dripped through. He began giggling at the sight of it and at the sound of it drip-splashing. His hearing was acute at that moment and he felt that he could hear the blood as it oozed from the corpse, down through the mattress to form a droplet and fall from the underside to merge with the pool that was already spreading on the floor.
The Jack, humming a tune that he remembered from church perhaps, went on his last spree. He hacked at the face of the woman, holding the knife in a very light grip so that the movement was as flexible and as fluid as possible and he took slicing cuts at the face and arms, flicking his wrist to almost scoop at the cheeks and nose, glancing off the bone on the cheeks and forehead and on one cut, removing part of the nose. He saw the effect of that cut and attempted it again on the cheeks and forehead just to see what cut it produced.
Before Jack was finished, he was in the throes of utter insanity and he took out the heart and held it above his head, lifting his face to bathe in the blood that he squeezed from the ventricles.
Then he took the piece of flesh that had, only hours before, been the mainstay of the living, breathing woman that lay destroyed and mutilated before him and he took a bite from it, relishing the dense muscle as his sharpened teeth sliced through the flesh and he chewed in something akin to ecstasy.