Tully's Brothel, St Chiles, London
June 20, 1870
The wooden door squealed on rusted hinges. "Cor' it sounds worse than me own rotten joints." Mavis Tully grinned as the first man stepped into the dark room. He was rough looking and stank of bad rum. "Good to see yer, Bob! Been awhile!" The grin slipped away as the second man, a huge figure cloaked and hooded in black, followed the first. "Don't you look a mystery...?" Mavis took step back. She rubbed fat, sweaty hands down the front of her skirt.
The hooded man stepped up to the bed and pulled the blanket away. "What is the matter with her?" He asked in an obviously disguised voice.
"Out like a light on my special potion. Makes it easier for yer to cop a look. These youngins' can be skittish."
"More light." Hooded man hissed. Bob held his lantern close to the bedside. He lifted the nightgown, exposing the very young naked female body. Her smooth white skin was a stark contrast against the filthy, gray sheet. Her breasts were small, prefect mounds that had barely started to blossom. Her shoulders and hips were narrow and thin. He pulled one foot, spreading her legs. He slid one hand under her backside and lifted her closer to the light. There was some pubic hair but it was sparse.
"Her name's Joe!" Tully laughed. "But she don't look like no Joe to me. But her be what yer asked for, pretty, white and sixteen."
"How old?" Hooded man asked.
"Oh, Hell! She is fourteen. You try to find a sixteen-year-old virgin in this day and age. Ain't none out there. Not ones that got nobody who'll care if she goes missing."
"A virgin?" Bob asked doubtfully.
"Yes, sir! As yer wanted. Ask anyone Mama Tully 'll not cheat yer? Go ahead and check if yer fingers is long 'nuff. Mind you don't break her though. Yer break her and you'll still pay full price for her. Yer'll not cheat me neither."
"Shut up!" She flinched and ducked as Bob took a swing at her.
Hooded man flipped the girl onto her belly and pushed her knees under her chest. He removed one glove. A large diamond encrusted wedding band sparkled in the lamp light. He bent over the unconscious child, held her in position with one hand and slid one finger from the other hand inside of her. He looked up at Bob and nodded. He rolled Joe in the blanket, threw her over his shoulder and disappeared down the twisted, steep stairs.
"There ya go, Bob! See, right as rain. There's a tight pull coming for some lucky sod with that little bitch! Now where is me money? Ten quid and not a penny less!" She grinned broadly at him.
Bob smiled. "Sure thing, Mavis. Yer always turned out good for us, yer did." He reached inside his coat. "Too bad we won't be needing yer no more!" She saw only a flash of the silver blade as he brought razor sharp knife across her throat. Mavis was still grinning as she fell to the floor dead.