Painting her temple

Marie remembered something else Fiona despised;

Tattoos. Especially the large ones. She considered it self-mutilation, and mocked those who got them.

And considering that there was a shop nearby, Marie “walked” the doll to the shop. Fiona could only watch in horror, as she couldn’t even yell because of the tape on her mouth. Marie thought hard of the perfect tattoo, and grinned as she it came to her.The tattoo that Fiona would dread the most. Something large and hard to hide.