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. 

Soon.

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.