Blood dripped slowly onto the street as their bodies swayed slowly in the winter breeze; the slow drizzle of rain caused a waterfall of thick red blood to run down the gutters, making even the London rats scatter. The hazy moonlight illuminated the butchered bodies that swayed peacefully on the rotting wooden post; the reflection upon the Thames surface showed a mixture of the bright white moon and a layer of blood - a blood moon. The two swayed constantly in the breeze - their full reflections morbidly portrayed in the unsettled water. Full reflection minus their bare feet...Georgiana Potter's mouth cut into a perfect grimace and Bernadette Calder's into a permanent frown. Already a cluster of rats were desperately gnawing at the bloody stumps that swung low over the ground and a swarm of crows pecked fiercely at their blood lined eyes. They attacked the girls until one eye fell into a pile of her own blood and burst under the pressure of my boot. Watching the rats and the birds made me feel proud; I smiled as I pushed down harder on Miss Potter's eye...With one final cut the two girls' bodies fell from the post and their heads bounced into the depths of the Thames. Stealing the nooses from their hanging hook I ran into the shadows...

Those cheap prostitutes had said goodnight for the last time...