Jack the Ripper – A Love Story ( Excerpt)
As I sit in solitude, staring at this, the four walls of my self imposed prison, I can but reflect on the circumstances that led me here.
Would a sane man, Yes! I do believe myself to be sane, for the alternative is utterly unthinkable. I confess, dear reader, that I have done terrible things, but before you condemn me to the hell that I no doubt deserve.
Please give me the benefit of hearing my account of the heinous crimes that I, myself perpetrated, Please hear my defence? for I believe I may indeed have one? We all of us have a story, I plead with you! Hear mine!
My health is rapidly deteriorating and I feel the need to set straight the record, before I shed this mortal coil and consign myself forever to the waiting arms of Morpheus.
As my impending doom approaches, I feel the need to justify myself. I admit to doing terrible things. Crimes against humanity. Murder most foul!
But although I readily admit to being the perpetrator of these crimes, I feel that I am the victim of my own folly. The victim of my own lust.
(c) Damian Grange 2017
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