The memoirs of jack the reaper 1

It's the year 1305,late nights at work keep me company. As a vet i have found a new hobby of dissecting animals trying to understand their anatomy, this i do as the hours pass by and thoughts of my dead wife hinder me from going home. In all my life times this one seems hardest, loneliness creeps at my door steps and only my knife under these animals can keep it away. You can only keep an animal at bay too long, monotony in these animals anatomy has created boredom and curiosity of other things apart from animals. One night as I am going home i find one a burger dying in the streets of a stab wound, i lean over to assist but I'm fascinated by this being i start cutting it open tearing it apart limb for limb organ for organ. What have i discovered why is this more fun. Aware of the atrocity i have committed i quickly dragged the body to the river, tonight i sleep better the troubles and sorrows disappear for a while. The fact that i feel no guilt makes me question my humanity did it die with that which i loved. A week goes by i try to go on dates so as to find healthier habits, but im an addict, in a dark ally i reach out to kiss my date, we get phunky i push her against a wall, i can see her vein on her neck pulsating triggering an urge i cant answer to at this moment. We get rough i lift her up against the wall as i turn her i accidentally twist her joint i say sorry she laughs a bit, but the urge grows i twist her arm again this time on purpose, she screams tells me to stop i press her pull out my knife and like the animals at the vet hospital i start dissecting a human alive. This time i don't dispose of the body, it's found in the morning neighbors claim they heard the lady scream jack no from an erotic tone to one a cry for help to disspair. I embark on a series of these activities as i gain notoriety as Jack the reaper.