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“Victim number one’s situation Your Honour”
A uniformed police officer wheeled a projector through the court rooms, setting it down so the light shone over the width of the back wall. He flicked the switch and light changed to motion, reconstruction flashed across the screen before it was replaced by images.
A young woman was seen walking through the dark alleys, her long dark coat swaying as she bustled through the gate. She tripped and fell, smashing her chin on the ground, a foot was seen which she had tripped over. The camera moved out, allowing viewing of the entire scene.
The woman looked shocked as leant over her, slowly removing her coat, his hands stroking the side of her face. As she clawed at the pavement trying to get away from him, she crawled into the road, a car running over her right hand. She attempted to scream in agony, but he quickly muffled her.
He looked at her tauntingly as he began to tear at her clothing, fondling her jovially. Soon she had lost all her clothing, and he had removed his trousers, however with a sudden swiping motion a knife from a pocket was pulled out and shoved up between her inner thighs.
Pictures of her corpse were flashed onto the screen; she had not been decapitated like the following victims.
“As you will see this was the most pleasant of the murders Your Honour”

Description
“Victim number one’s situation Your Honour”
A uniformed police officer wheeled a projector through the court rooms, setting it down so the light shone over the width of the back wall. He flicked the switch and light changed to motion, reconstruction flashed across the screen before it was replaced by images.
A young woman was seen walking through the dark alleys, her long dark coat swaying as she bustled through the gate. She tripped and fell, smashing her chin on the ground, a foot was seen which she had tripped over. The camera moved out, allowing viewing of the entire scene.
The woman looked shocked as leant over her, slowly removing her coat, his hands stroking the side of her face. As she clawed at the pavement trying to get away from him, she crawled into the road, a car running over her right hand. She attempted to scream in agony, but he quickly muffled her.
He looked at her tauntingly as he began to tear at her clothing, fondling her jovially. Soon she had lost all her clothing, and he had removed his trousers, however with a sudden swiping motion a knife from a pocket was pulled out and shoved up between her inner thighs.
Pictures of her corpse were flashed onto the screen; she had not been decapitated like the following victims.
“As you will see this was the most pleasant of the murders Your Honour”