In the darkness of a London night, the predator has his prey in sight, for a killer, it is the blood they crave cradle of England, is now the grave his blade hard, like a heart of stone ripper stalks woman, poor lass alone the clouds blot moon, heavy, the air as his steps match […]

via Ripper — ROXI ST. CLAIR

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