The horrors I've seen and the torture I've survived has left me with a burning hatred.
I can't move on and it only grows with time.
I have been planning my revenge by day and stripping my feelings away by night.
No matter how hot the loathing burns, there's still a part of me that wants Raiden James.
I want him at my mercy while I carve into his flesh, claiming his blood as my own.
Her body and her screams are forever etched in my mind.
The torture I inflicted and the horror I draped her in was only a prelude.
I have been biding my time and waiting for the perfect moment to bring her home.
No matter where we are in the world, my soul belongs to Tempest Skeigh.
I want her at my mercy while my blade makes her blood sing once more.