My obsession with her was turning into something so much more than what I’d held for Catherine. I wanted her body and her soul. As the King of Limbo, I could have those things if she was dead. They’d become mine by right. Alas… I wanted her alive and breathing, with her beating heart and her flush lips, her flesh raw, red and bloody from my abuse, her lips swollen from my kisses, and not from putrefaction.
