Where Joey Madden was concerned I was his judge, jury and fucking executioner.
I was counting down the days now until we came face to face again. I couldn’t wait, the anticipation fuelled my days and scorched my nights. Then he’d know what he had done to me, to all of us. He’d feel my pain in every torturous second that I had him under my power, until I took him out permanently and saved us all from his evil.
His death would not be quick, it would be slow, painful. He was nothing and soon there would be nothing of Joey Madden left. I doubt anyone would mourn him, certainly not her. He was no loss to the world. He was vermin, a pest, something that needed taking care of and there was no better person to do that than me.