Inevitability and Unfeasibility
"Is it going to hurt? What does it feel like?"
He shrugged and looked back down at my side making my skin heat. Reaching out a gloved finger again, he touched the bottom part of the tattoo. "This part won't be too bad. I tickle you harder than what you'll feel," he said with a mirthful smile.
He shifted his finger higher, finding the top of the tattoo under where my bra strap would normally be if I hadn't moved up the thin band already. It was terrifying and exhilarating, that touch, and it confused every cell in my body.
"Here is going to feel like a cat scratching sunburn."
"Pleasant," I gritted out.
He laughed at me as he pulled the sheet of paper away from my body. "I do have to warn you though, these are addicting. Once you get one, you'll be a frequent customer of mine."
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A short story about love, surrender, tattoos, and inner demons.
