Marked by a demon

‘Jezus! What’s wrong with you, girl?’ Dad sais as he bends forward to get a better look at your tattooed genitalia.

‘Lemme see!’ Gwen pushes your father away to get a better look. ‘Okey, no way I’m touching that.’

Meanwhile, dad was studying your panicked face.

‘You haven’t even seen it, have you?’ He grins. ‘Here, take a good look at yourself.’ He steps away from the miror on the closet, giving you a perfect view on the horrific creature drawn across your lower area.

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‘Fuck.’ You cry.

And this time you meant it.