Don’t get me wrong, I’d love to go look for her. I’m livid. I want to rip these walls down and blow the entire world up for her, to snap the neck of the guy who has her. I’d burn him first but keep him alive enough to feel every agonising second. I’d carve the name of every victim who’s fallen by my hands into his skin – the ones I remember anyway. I’d cut his eyeballs out, snap each finger then pull up each nail. I’d drill into each thigh and nail him to a chair.
