Jack & Jill The Rippers part. 1

(a collaboration between Jadedembers  and David_Macleod )

Jack & Jill The Rippers part. 1

Mary Nichols .      31st  June 1888

No better than a servant,
I am,
It irritates my soul
Especially since the prince has requested
My lovely company.
Of course, I will require compensation
For it keeps bellies full
It keeps landlords at bay.

I'm hoping I can convince him
To make me his queen.
Oh, the thought of transforming
From a lady of the night,
To a beauty of class.
A lady to be admired...
A lady transformed.
I dream it will become love.

Prince Albert (Eddy) 31st of June 1888

Harkins, my butler, was moaning
Today bout the price of things
Butter, Jam, fish, poultry even bread
I said nothing but I did grin somewhat
The price of things indeed
He wouldn’t want to be
Paying for prostitutes
Then He’d have something
To moan and whine about

It’s not just the money
It’s those little white lies
Those pre-broken promises
They expect that
Despite being paid

Annie Chapman.       8th of July 1888


I live as a rat,
In the shadows where none can see,
But as the night desends
It brought a strange delight in the form,
Of a royal guard and a letter
A letter from...
None other than the prince.

I find it amazing that I've caught
his attention.
I intend to steal his heart.
I will use my only power I seem to possess,
My cunt.

If I am to succeed...
Oh, how my life will not be in vain!
The pain in my bones will lessen,
My heart will have wings,
It will soar,
Leaving the rats to live alone.

Prince Albert (Eddy)   8th of July 1888

I am a man of varied tastes
Enter Annie, I first saw her
In Leiscester Square
Plying her trade
She had the look
And attire of a common
Street beggar
Strangely enough she
Gave me a burning in my loins

I have to have her
Wish I could take her
To the palace
And at the very least
Give her a bath first
She does smell a bit
But she makes me randy


Elizabeth Stride.       30th July 1888


Pacing my concrete cell
Beggin' a good sir to take pity,
Throw a few scraps my way.
The good Lord knows I need a strong drink.

My heart needs the courage you see
The prince requested my pleasurable company this eve.

My mind races
From one thought to the next.
What if I'm so pleasurable to obtain
That he never wants me to leave?
If the good Lord loves his daughter at all,
I hope the kind prince finds fancy with me.

Prince Albert (Eddy)   30th July 1888

Having friends in the judiciary
Can, from time to time
Have its benefits
Lord Justice Macalpine
Told me of a firy vixen
That he has just sent down
For six weeks in the Jail
For petty theft of a fish
From the fish market

He has signed an order
That releases her
Once a week
For training and correction
Like the royal hounds
I am confident I can
Whip this vixen into shape
Lovely!


Catherine Eddowes.      1st August 1888


My mother told me that who you travel with is just as important as where your going.
These words swipe through my mind,
As a royal guard hands me a note,
A note that holds so much hope
Of rescuing me.

I have taken to imagining the prince
Saving any honor I may have left intact.
For sadly I am just a lady in the service of
The beasts of lust man is cursed with.

Prince Albert (Eddy)   1st August 1888

Cathrine, Cathrine Cathrine
So young and very pretty
Definitely more so than
Any of the Palace staff
She even has better teeth
This is the problem with the world
Our God divides
You can’t be pretty and Royal
You can only be one
Or the other, not both

So many pretty women
Going to waste on
London’s street corners
I feel it as a duty
In fact Gods duty
To rescue these waifs
From their deserved poverty
By performing for me


Mary Kelly.      13th October 1888


Through the fog of these London streets.
I stand amazed as a royal guard
Marches towards me.
I'm in shock.
Shrinking away.
Afraid.
I think I may faint.
I'm not invisible tonight it seems.

He's offering a note.
I open it with trembling hands.
Reading the invitation to provide
Womanly comfort for the prince tonight.
I think this might be a dream.
Maybe its not.
Ill have to succeed in selling my heart,
For it has more to offer than my body.

After all is not that the fate of a woman?
To become one mans whore?
Hope has consumed my heart.

Prince Albert (Eddy)    13th October 1888

My Sergeant at Arms
Has recommended the services
Of the experienced Mary Kelly
Now I am not one for stirring
The porridge pot, but he
Assures me it will be a guinea
Well spent

Apparently she is not
The most attractive
But it seems that
Whatever sexual fantasy
I come up with
She will have already
Done it more than once
There are times when
I will exchange looks
For experience