He married her. Joy fills my heart to overflowing. It is spilling over the sides and corroding my flesh, and bursting into flames when it touches anything else. I think I should share this joy with her. Yes, I think I should. A nice welcome, for the new wife.

I want to flay the skin from her flesh in thin strips, braid the strips together into a rope, and then strangle her with it while I drink her blood.

That is all.