Guts and Glass — Skyla Madi

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.