Collection Of Short Stories

The Chicago Rippers

Walking home was always quiet in 1981, as a woman who was a prostitute I should've obviously felt more in danger but I didn't, and I liked that. Nothing really ever happened until early June. June 1st, Linda Sutton, 28, being raped and stabbed to death was found in Villa Park, one of her breasts missing.

I found out in the local news paper. At first I wasn't afraid but then more murders happened. All the same, all females, all with a breast missing, all stabbed and raped to death. I began to be afraid because of job and how dangerous my job could be. I've never been in danger before but now I there was a big chance I could die.

I tried to be more safe but it's really hard too now a days. My mom called me one time even telling me to be more safe, "Beverly, you've got to be more safe. Sweety, just get a different job!" I hung up because I couldn't get another job, she didn't understand how hard it was. So I continued to do my job.

One day in October I was walking around hoping someone would offer me and I could get my money for dinner tonight. A young man that had to be in his 20's walked by and looked at me and took my hand. I was only in my 20's so it was nice to get people more around my age, so I walked with him with my eyes looking at him seductively.

He took me to his van, it looked shady but I needed to eat, so I got into the front seat as he went onto the other side to the drivers seat. I heard shuffling in the back of the van and looked back and saw three figures. My eyes widened as I realized it was three men in masks and I began to scream and go for the door but the man in the drivers seat locked it.

I screamed louder, and kicked, and punched, and cried, and begged. The three mean dragged into the back of the van and cover my face with a bag, I could still breathe so I tried to scream more but they took a rag and put it over my mouth and nose and I instantly blacked out.

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I woke up in a dark room with my mouth duct taped. I looked around shaking wishing I had taken my mother's advice. My head turned in every direction possible and saw a door to what must've been to a bathroom and then a big window with heavy shades blocking any view to outside.

Four men came through the door, one of them with a large book in his hands. Tears streamed down my face as I prayed silently. I asked God for forgiveness and asked him to let my Dad forgive me too. But my praying stopped as I was slapped in the face hard enough to fall over and bleed from my mouth through the duct tape. I realized I had the chance to scream so I did but I wish I hadn't.

Days went on as they abused me more and more. On maybe my fourth day there something happened that was incomparable to what the had done before to me. Because of that day I wished they had killed me the first day they saw me.

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As I screamed one of the men took me by my hair and slammed me into the dresser. I cried more as one of them said, "Robin! Come on man, before we do anything else we should..." He quieted down, "Use the book."

"Yes, how could I forget Ed." said who I assumed to be Robin.

The all looked at me, with their disgusting evil eyes and one of them licked their chapped lips, another set the big book on the dresser and opened it to one of the pages with his gross fingers and started saying weird words. As a few seconds went on I realized what those words were and what book they were using.

I remembered from maybe sophomore year doing a project on Satanic Cults, and we read this book called, "The Satanic Bible." The book was everything about Satan and cults based on Satan and pretty much everything about Satan. That was the book they had. They were reciting words from the book, they were a Satanic Cult.