Chapter Eleven

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I have work today.

And no. Torturing people is not my full time job unfortunately.

I am a tattoo artist. There's a parlor five blocks down.

Before I'm able to leave I need to clean up the mess from the house. If it happens again my smudging the house.

Some one has an appointment for a tattoo at ten for a cross on under their wrist. That's unfortunately the most common things people get these days.

It's always funny when people do crosses. It's either facing them or the other way. If it's up right to the person getting it, it makes an upside down cross for people who look at it.

Same thing flipped.

When I get there I set every thing up. I wipe down my equipment and sanitize everything. I draw the cross out on a setencile and then he arrives.

Probably around in his late thirties, has a bowl cut, and very sweaty.

Yay.

Pulling out a new needle and my ink I tell him to sit in the chair. He tells me exactly where he wants it and wants it up right at him.

I do everything I do to the skin I need and align the stencil and start.

After I get done with the line art he looks at me and says, "What's your life story?"

That made me stop for a second and I laughed. " Not much. Grew up in a farm. Parents happily married," I responded obsessively lying.

"Nice," bowl cut said.

"Almost got sacrificed to Satan," I muttered under my breath.

"What?"

"Nothing."

He was thankfully silent for the rest of the appointment. When done he payed what he owed and before he walks out he turned, bowed, and said, "God bless you."

"Ok," I replied. He gave me a dirty look at walked out. I don't hate Christians or anything I just generally don't care.

Grew up in the opposite of a Christian household so anything "holy" was banned because my parents said "it would hurt our ancestors." That didn't mess me up at all. At least I don't have to worry about coming out pansexual but plenty other things that is definitely not
the most common in other house holds.

When I was nine my parents literally sent me out in the middle of nowhere, gave me a gun, and told me to hunt something for Lucifer. Almost shot my eye out but somehow managed to kill a deer.

Yeah, I don't know either.

I finsh and am just about to leave when I get a call from Saskia.

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