Flowers Among Thorns || Bob's Burgers

5- Calla

Day Fourteen
Tina

Two weeks. It's been two weeks since I was taken from all I hold dear and brought to hell.

"Ivy, dear?" The Gardener enters my assigned room.

"Yes?" I ask. I've almost gotten used to the name by now. It makes me feel ill.

"It's time for...your tattoo." He smiles.

"My..." I gasp. "T-Tattoo?"

"All of the other girls have them. Come now for your first session." He grabs my hand and takes me to a room with a bench I sit on as he readies supplies.

I did notice the other girls but hadn't realized it was related to our capture. Plus, I'd only seen some of their tattoos, though now I know they have a theme.

On the bench is a tattoo stencil of, well, ivy. The other girls have tattoos that match their given names.

The stencil is scarily large. He tells me to be still as I lay on my stomach, holding Rose's hand.

Rose was allowed to be here with me to support me, and she's wearing a backless dress that reveals her tattoo of her namesake.

The shoulder doesn't hurt as much as I expected, The Gardener starting his work there. Though I still do grit my teeth.

The spine is excruciating. The tattoo stretches from my left shoulder to the bottom of my back.

He hasn't even colored it yet, and it hurts like hell. I cry, holding Rose's hand.

"I want my mom and dad...I really really want my mom and dad..." I whimper sadly.

"Mom and dad? You're sixteen for fucks sake." The Gardener growls in disappointment.

"I'm sorry! S-Sir I'm sorry!" I apologize quickly, knowing I don't want to be on the receiving end of his wrath.

"Don't say anything more. I'm done hearing it." He replies.

I sigh, sleeping on my stomach that night because of the tattoo. He's taking me in to do more tomorrow.

I've been here for two weeks and...he comes for a new victim of his garden every day. Sometimes three times a day.

He asks both boys and girls to do sexual favors for him. No matter the gender, he abuses us all the same.

Even the youngest girl, Daisy. At nine years old, she's experienced more than any child should. Any person of any age, let alone a child.

Her brother protects her as best he can, but there's just not much he can do. And he knows he'll be killed if he speaks up. And he's no use to her dead.

Blackthorn. He's quiet and mainly keeps to himself, though I know The Gardener uses him too.

Maybe he wasn't always quiet. Maybe this whole mess turned him into someone else.

I wonder if it's changed every one of us. Because I know it's hurt me beyond what words can convey.

The tattoo is finished within a few days. I can't bear to look at it. It's pretty. It's almost too perfect looking.