Permanent// H.S.

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My entire body is sore from cuts and the rash caused by the ropes wrapped around me, keeping me trapped in the chair.
I hear foot steps approach before a hand grasps the black bag over my head. I look down, not wanting to look my captor in the eyes. However, out of curiosity my gaze scans his frame. As soon as my eyes reach his collar bone I see the design I have come so familiar with. Half a butterfly wing and half a demon wing scorched into the brown leather of his jacket.
He told me I could trust him.
Immediately my eyes snap to his, emerald green. A color I found so comforting yesterday now sends a chill down my spine.
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Ashley Black is a self taught tattoo artist in NYC. During the day she draws in clients hoping to wear some of her world class art; but during the night her clientele switches. Men dressed in leather and covered in prison ink. Always the same guys, mumbling secrets through thick clouds of cigarette smoke. Until one night a younger guy comes into the shop wanting a butterfly tattoo.
There was different about him, and it wasn't just the fact that he was a tough guy getting a butterfly tattoo... there was a connection.