Chapter 4

Burning in Madness Chapter 04 

My gaze drifted forward. On the reading stand lay a heavy, leather–bound diary. 

I picked it up, hands trembling, and the frantic, jagged fountain- 

pen scrawl crashed into my line of sight: 

[I finally married her. But the addiction is only getting worse. If I touch her without gloves, I’m terrified I’ll tear her apart like a 

rabid beast. If I let go, I’d lock her in this windowless room. I’d 

make it so she sees no one but me.]