The piercing pain of the needle on my skin made every nerve in my body scream. My teeth bite down on the leather in my mouth. I look up at the tattooist his eyes full of worry. Puzzled my eyes shift to the needle oozing out it's awful ink onto my festering skin. The blinding light shares a hole in my head and I slowly begin to drift of into dreams. I'm sitting in a empty room, dark and eerie. My lips feel numb and l see my whole body filled with inked in words. Panic as I see dockers with needles and strings. They hold me down and stitch my lips shut. Then I look up too see the light again, I awake too bulging pain on my ankle. A tear slips down my face as I realize it was just the beginning.
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Mistério / SuspenseImagine a world where there are two kinds of people the ones who have the freedom to speak and the ones who if they speak it will become the unspeakable.
