Refuse!

You recoil at his touch, trying to push him away. "Stop! I don't want any modifications," you insist, feeling uncomfortable and **** under his touch. The artist smirks at your resistance, his hands roaming over your body as he mockingly asks, "Why do you refuse to bare your body if you are so comfortable with it?"

You feel a surge of anger and fear at his words and actions. "I have the right to control my own body," you state firmly, trying to pull away from him. The Flesh Artist continues to press you, his words and touches becoming more insistent and invasive. "You're missing out on so much potential beauty," he purrs, a sinister glint in his eyes. His hands gently rest on your shoulders, a strange mix of comfort and unease wrapping around you.

"I can answer more of your questions if you just embrace your unmodified form," he says, his eyes flickering towards your clothing. Before you can react, he grips the collar of your shirt, his touch surprisingly strong as he begins to pull it apart. "Hold on," you protest, feeling the top buttons pop open with a resounding snap, revealing a glimpse of bare skin beneath. A shiver runs down your spine as you feel the boundaries of your comfort zone being pushed to their limits. "I'm not comfortable with this," you insist as he starts to unravel the layers you hold close.

"You hide behind these layers, afraid of your true self," The Flesh Artist continues, his voice low and persuasive. Your heart races as his words echo in your mind. "There is power in vulnerability, in shedding the masks that society forces upon us. Embrace the freedom of your nakedness, let go of the constraints that bind you." You try to protest, to push him away, but his words hold you captive, his touch both invasive and strangely compelling.

As he exposes more of your skin, you feel a mix of fear and fascination swirling inside you. The Flesh Artist's gaze is intense, almost hypnotic, as if he sees something within you that you've been trying to hide even from yourself. "Trust me," he whispers, his breath warm against your ear. You struggle to resist, to maintain your boundaries, but a part of you can't help but be intrigued by his words, by the promise of liberation he offers. And as he continues to strip away the layers of protection you've built around yourself, you can't shake the feeling that maybe, just maybe, there is truth in his unconventional approach.