CHAPTER 1

      Jimmy turned the corner of the building, his body pressing against the cold concrete. He could feel his heart pulsing in his chest. His hand gripped the hilt of the blade. The hot trickles of blood tickling his fingers. He turned down towards the alleyway, and began to laugh, a forced laugh, or so it would sound to any that heard him.

      His pace slowed as he came back onto the main. The street crawled with cars, as the ladies of the night displayed themselves to the onlookers. Jimmy stared at all of them, then began his slow walk towards the youngest.

      Catherine turned to see this young man approaching her. His left hand kept flickering over his nose, as his right hand seemed to grip his side. Her eyes studied the delicate, even Christ-like features of this beautiful man. His hair hung loosely on his shoulders, curling slightly, and falling down his back. She looked up to catch his blue eyes shifting in her direction. He was a little nervous she thought.

      Jimmy's eyes fell upon her chest, her blouse partially open, revealing her flat, but developed breasts. His eyes dropped lower, past her tight leather mini-skirt, down to her fragile, gaunt legs. She was sickly white all over, her body and face appearing quite malnourished, her arms had been tracked lightly, and her thighs and body revealed light to heavy bruising. He looked up to her face, whose eyes were gazing full upon him. "Between sixteen and nineteen, and we have a deal. Any price. Up front." His voice was almost too quiet, but she heard him enough to nod.

      Catherine pulled back some, feeling nervous by this man's gaze, although her mouth and voice began to speak the prices she had long said ritualistically.

      Jimmy noticed her uncertainty, and began to look around at the other girls, but none of them met his hunger. She was to be the one tonight. "Five hundred now, another five hundred later." His voice was still quiet, but extremely confident.

      She attempted to keep her professionalism at his offer, but instead only stammered her response. Never had she been offered so much, she'd only heard tales of such activities. She saw the role of twenties and as her discreetly handed it to her. His confidence was only slightly being tarnished by his paranoid glances around him.

      He opened the door to his apartment, and let her in, his eyes following her arse as she walked by. Instantly he picked up on the bruising on her thighs and also noticed how the back of her skirt wedged between her cheeks.

      Catherine eyes studied the room, her hand still tightly grasping the twenty-five twenties in hand. The heavy scent of hash assaulted her nose, and she giggled unconsciously to herself as she wondered if that would be a part of the deal. Gruesome paintings of violent deaths covered the walls, each becoming more morbid then the last. Many containing torturous screams on the victims.

      My roommate, Gabriel, is a painter. Actually, I find he lacks reality in his images. The pain on their faces is far too serene." Interrupting her thoughts.

      "They're um... very nice," she replied meekly, "he's very talented."

      "He could be better." Jimmy spoke from the other side of the room, his grin cutting through the darkness. "Please, remove your clothes. I did not pay you to ogle my roommates pathetic attempt at art."

      She looked up at him and nodded, while her hand slowly unbuttoned her blouse. She could feel his eyes fixed on her, and she blushed in spite of herself. Her hands nervously tumbled under the weight of his gaze.

      Jimmy studied each movement of her small, gentle fingers as they grasped the glimmering, white buttons. He made mental notes of how her breasts raised as she grew more visibly excited, and her nipples slowly poking from the thin material that covered them.

      The room was quite very cold, and slowly was growing colder. Catherine's flesh goosebumped and became partially blotchy, as the warm blood attempted to heat her chilled flesh. Jimmy's scientific gaze made her feel quite uncomfortable, and she fumbled several times with the last button. Finally however, she slid it through the slit of the blouse, exposing her small, naked breasts and flat stomach. Her eyes met those of her customer, causing her to shiver violently.

      His voice whispered into her ear, making her jump and yelp. His cold hands snapped tight around her nipple, weakening her knees, and forcing a soft moan from her lips. She let her head fall back, as she forced herself to remain standing.

      Jimmy slid off her blouse, while his one hand still gripped and twisted her erect nipple. His free hand slipped down her side. A smile jotted across his lips as she tried to escape his icy touch. The tips of his fingers were pricked by the uneven edges of the waistband of her used panties, and he slid his hand down over the soft surface till he reached the worn, warm middle fabric. This he grabbed violently, and while releasing her nipple from his cold, death grip, pulled her underwear down past her knees. Catherine winced from the pain.

      She turned her head and looked around, but couldn't see him. "Hey! Watch it! Y'almost ripped my fucking lips off!" Her voice was filled with anger, but the sharp ripples of fear could be heard as well.

      His voice came in whispers from beneath her, "a little pain has never killed anyone." With that, she felt a cold hand press open her labia, then a dry, frozen finger pierce the unlubricated opening of her vagina, making her cry in pain.

      She grabbed her sex with both hands, and was surprised to no longer feel his presence inside her. As she stood there, sobbing and screaming, she made another attempt to look around the room to find him.

      "Keep your eyes forward Emma, Daddy will only be a moment."

      "Yo! Fuck! I'm not into this kinda shit," she began with a trembling voice. Which he shushed her to silence, and dropped a g-note into her field of view. She swallowed hard, and spoke in a very meek, child voice, "yes Daddy."

      Catherine could feel the fabric of his clothes dance across her back. The world went dark before her eyes, as he tightly wrapped a blindfold around her head. She could feel her heart throbbing in her fastened ear, and a chill from the sheet of sweat that covered every inch of her flesh.

      "Kneel before your God." His voice surrounded her. She hesitated, and felt a sharp pain flash from the back of her knees, and she dropped to the floor with a body rattling thud. The young girl let out a scream, but her body remained frozen on the floor. A warm wetness dripped from the slit where her femur lacerated the flesh.

      "Do you know the name of the one you serve?" His voice was clearly before her.

      "But why Daddy?" she began, then cleared her head, "please stop sir, you can have the money back," but her words were cut short by the flash of pain that exploded through her face.

      Through the darkness, a crimson covered ball-pane head struck the soft flesh of the young street girl's cheek. Exploding the flesh into her mouth, and fragmenting numerous teeth.

      Catherine remained somewhat conscious, although she could feel her life fading. She was completely disoriented, and her face felt warm and wet. The pain that pulsed from her jaw kept her frozen with fear.

      A strange gurgle was all she could muster as a scream, and in the attempt a flood of blood poured down her throat, causing her to gag and choke.

      Jimmy squatted down before his young victim, "now a lot of pain..."

      He poked a finger into the opening in her cheek, and slid it around feeling the various texture changes. He could feel her tongue, and the particles of her teeth. Then he inserted two more fingers into the opening, stretching it as he twisted them around. He pulled all three fingers away and tasted them.

      He spoke, sounding quite young, "This tastes pretty good."

      Jimmy reached down again, and forced Catherine's jaw open. She gurgled and gagged some more. He inserted his two fingers into her mouth, and pushed them through the opening in her cheek. Then fastened his grip around the remaining parting of flesh.

      Catherine began to struggle, and in her head she was screaming. Her blood covered hands trying to hold his arm, as her gurgled words pleaded.

      The room filled with the sounds of the tearing flesh. Jimmy sat a couple of feet away, his eyes all wide and curious, while he held a small piece of her cheek in his bloody hand.

      Catherine's body twisted and spasmed violently on the floor as her hands rushed to the searing pain in her face, then the utter shock of the opened cheek blackened her world.

      Jimmy got up, and walked over to where he sat the ball-pane hammer, and picked it up slowly. The blood dripped from the head of the hammer down the entire length of the long wooden shaft, until it settled along his hand. He walked over to the young prostitute, and rolled her onto the stomach, "fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people." With those words, the round point of the hammer struck firmly the back of her skull. Piercing the flesh and bone. And he struck again, sending fragments of her inner workings soaring through the air.

      He rolled the young girl onto her back, and spread her open like a snow angel. He kneeled beside her, and took her hand into his. "I forgive you for your impurities." He kissed her open mouth, sliding his tongue over the mutilated remnants of hers. "I will free you."