I dream of Emily…
I dream of Tuscany…
I dream of seeing her in a white dress…
But she’s slipping further and further away from me, her will bending to those who seek only to hurt her—to own her.
I crave to feel Skull’s blood splash against my skin, to peel the fleshy ink from his bones, and I know that time is coming.
I’m at the end of my chain and, with some help, he will suffer for all the pain he’s caused.
I won’t stop.
Not until she’s safe and he can no longer leave his fingerprints on the world.