Number Five
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"Now, you gotta keep it wrapped for a week to-" her were cut off as she suddenly screeched in pain. Clutching her shoulder, she stumbled to the long mirror in the corner of the studio. Dragging down the neckline of her shirt, her eyes widened in shock. There on her shoulder, where she was tattooing her client, a huge bloody tattoo was scratched into her skin. Ragged and weeping. The writing mimicked that of a knife carving into words into her skin.
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