Ask him about the price.

"What price?," you gather the courage to ask The Flesh Artist, feeling dread at what it may entail. His eyes lock with yours, a predatory glint shining in their depths, as he calmly informs you.

"You will have to let me use your body as a canvas in order to unlock the mysteries it holds, if you wish to stay in my domain and learn more about my work." The mere thought of such a proposition sends a wave of revulsion through you, vivid images of the grotesque beings on the island flashing through your mind.

"I'm sorry, but I can't agree to that," you say firmly, trying to keep your voice steady despite the fear gnawing at your insides.

"It is the only way to truly understand the depths of my art," The Flesh Artist replies, his tone chillingly serene.

"I cannot compromise my principles for a story," you declare, trying to stand your ground in the face of his unsettling charm.

As The Flesh Artist gazes at you with an intensity that both captivates and unnerves you, he begins to speak in a smooth, persuasive tone. "Ah, my dear, your potential is limitless. Think of the beauty we could create together, unlocking secrets that lie dormant within you." His words seem to dance around you, weaving a seductive spell that threatens to draw you in despite your reservations.

"You have a rare gift, a canvas waiting to be transformed into a masterpiece," The Flesh Artist continues, his voice dripping with honeyed promises. "Imagine the power you could wield, the admiration you would command. All it takes is a small sacrifice on your part, a leap of faith into the unknown." His words seem to hang in the air, each one carrying a weight that presses down on your hesitations.

Thoughts of the **** surgeries and sacrifices that must have taken place for such artistry to exist haunt you, and you shake your head in refusal, unable to fathom subjecting yourself to such a fate. But The Flesh Artist silences your protest with a single look, his piercing gaze holding you captive.

He assures you that he would only perform minor modifications unless you desired more. His eyes gleam with a predatory light as he begins to list off the possible body modifications, but his tone takes on a more sinister edge. "Now, my dear, imagine the pain and pleasure of scarification, the feeling of the blade etching into your skin," he whispers, his hand lightly caressing your arm in a way that sends chills down your spine.

You recoil slightly at his touch, but he presses on, his voice dripping with a malice that makes your skin crawl. "Dermal piercings can truly bring out your inner darkness, adding a touch of danger to your appearance," he continues, his fingers trailing over your cheek in a way that feels violating. "And microdermal implants, oh, they can make you feel like a living work of art, my dear."

The Flesh Artist leans in closer now, his breath hot against your ear as he speaks, his touch becoming more forceful and invasive. "Brandings are a mark of defiance, a symbol of your submission to the path you have chosen," he purrs, his hand gripping your shoulder with a tightness that borders on pain. You feel a sense of panic rising within you, but his presence looms over you, suffocating any sense of resistance. "Which will it be, my dear? You know you want this... You crave the transformation I can offer you," he says with a sinister smile, his gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that makes you feel trapped.

As the Flesh Artist tried to intimidate you into agreeing to receive body modifications, you protest each suggestion fervently. "I am perfectly satisfied with my body as it is," you assert as he tries to persuade you into altering your appearance. He ignores your protests, running his hands beneath your clothes, caressing and groping you in a violation of your personal space.

As you try to gather your thoughts and find the will to refuse, The Flesh Artist leans in closer, his breath warm against your skin. "Do not fear, my dear. I am an artist of the highest caliber, and I will treat your body with the utmost care and reverence. Trust in me, and together we will create wonders beyond your wildest dreams." His words wrap around you like a silk ribbon, enticing you with the allure of what could be.

The line between charm and intimidation blurs as The Flesh Artist reaches out a hand to gently stroke your cheek, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. "Allow me to sculpt you into something truly extraordinary," he murmurs, his voice a siren's call that lures you closer to the edge of acceptance. "Embrace the unknown, my dear, and you will discover a world of beauty and power that awaits you." Despite the lingering doubts that whisper in the recesses of your mind, you find yourself hesitating, teetering on the precipice of a decision that could change everything.