The dawn, arisen.

[DoS Archive]

From: silencerd@aol.com (Silencer D)
Date: 24 Jul 1998 22:41:50 EDT

Lily's wrists were bound firmly to either side of the cross, representing her as a mockery of an inane, female, neo-modern Jesus. A blindfold was strapped across her eyes, and her ankles were bound with equal care. Jack "The Ripper" Harley drew away from his "art," grinning from ear to ear.
"Gotcha, you dumb wench. I got you back."
Lily murmured something incoherent; Jack delivered a swift boot to her stomach as a reply.
"Quiet, you damned fairy," he muttered. "Just shut up."
Lily grew quiet, withdrawn. Her wrists were chafed, her mind moreso. She couldn't understand what was happening, and more importantly-why. Lily squeaked as she felt his hands gripping at her shirt, helpless to do anything about the impending act…

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Lily had stopped sobbing some time ago. She lay askew across the bedsheets, violated in a manner so severe she could barely understand it. Tattered scraps of clothing were all she had left; she clutched these as she stole from the hotel room, casting a final malignant glance at the sleeping Jack. He'd get his…
Jack was pleased. He had had his way with the fairy, and didn't care any longer if she escaped. He had claimed his revenge…and the strips of fairy flesh that lined his jacket pocket helped reaffirm his happiness. Oh, yes. Jack owned the streets, come midnight.