Chapter 7 by wicker

What tattoo does she get?

Tramp Stamp

Fiona walked stiffly into the shop. She looked around, then her arm raised and her finger pointed to a the wall where there was a series of words in fancy script. She moved closer an pointed to one of the words as the corner of her lips raised in a smile.

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"Bitch, eh?" asked the tattoo artist. Who looked at the half naked woman like it was just another normal day in his life. "Where?"

Fiona's arm reached around and pointed to her lower back. She stiffly walked to the table and lay down on her stomach. She was smiling and stiff again.

The tattoo artist got to work as Fiona was screaming inside her head.

After he finished, he offered Fiona a mirror.

Again, very stiffly she climbed off the table and did not take the mirror. She just nodded, the smile still frozen.

"Ok, $120," said the artist.

Fiona had no money and no way of paying.