Chapter 1
Ink
1994
“Hey man!” David turned to see one of the guys from his art class running behind him. “What’s up?” David asked, coolly. “I have a job you might be interested in. You got class now?” I shook my head. “No, not till later.” “Cool, let’s walk.” He said, as he headed off in the same direction I had been heading. “So, you know there’s the party tonight at the frat house?” I nodded slowly, wondering where he was going with this. I never went to any of the parties. Was never invited, not that I gave a fuck. “Well, some of the guys have decided to get some tattoos, and I thought about you.” He told me. “No.” I said, immediately. “Ah, come on man! They’ve got money!” he told me. “Fuck no.” I told him again.
“They’ll pay you $500 for the night.” I stopped. Damn, I was doing alright for myself, but could I turn down $500? I turned back toward him. “Fine. What’s the address?” “Yes!” He smiled. “Nice one, man. It’s the Beta house on third. You can’t miss it, be there at 7.” I nodded and walked away.
My name is David Kennedy. I am 19 and a second-year student at Duke University in North Carolina. I study art and history, and that’s only to keep my parents happy. I have no interest in the past. I got my first tattoo gun last year. Emma, a rich chick I had been fucking wanted a tattoo. She had been flipping through my pad and found a drawing that she loved. She told me to make a list of what I needed, and she would buy it for me in exchange for the tattoo. I headed over to the library and borrowed the computers to get online. I gave her the list and she bought everything. She then paid me $100 to do it for her because she was so happy with it. She told her friends who then wanted tattoos too, and they told their friends. I made enough money to pay my way through college.
I decided to ditch my last class so I could get my shit prepared. I sterilized all my equipment again and grabbed the case with all my inks. I could finally buy the new gun I wanted with the money I would make for tramp stamping a few bitches tonight.
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I could hear the music playing from the next street over as I made my way to the Beta house. I opened the door and walked through, looking for the guy who had hired me. I looked round, people had noticed me and was staring. At 6,3, I was hard to miss. “Dave!” He called. I cringed, I fucking hated being called Dave. “Kennedy is fine.” I told the guy who had walked up behind me. “Kennedy.” He corrected. “Right through here.” He pointed at a door on the side. He opened it up and led me down into the basement. He flicked a light switch which lit up a huge room. A table had been dragged down with some chairs from a dining room set. I inspected the room, it looked clean enough. I pulled out the bottle of disinfectant and sprayed everywhere again though. After an incident last year, I always made sure everything was sterilized and cleaned before setting up.
Radiohead pulsed through the room, vibrating off every surface. At least I didn’t have to listen to some fucking shit all night, I thought to myself. “What’s your name?” I asked him. “Paul.” He told me. “Ok, Paul, tell them I’m ready.” He smiled. “Will do, thanks Kennedy.” He said, almost giddily. I rolled my eyes and sat down to wait for my first customer.
By the end of the night, I had tattooed a dolphin on a girl’s back, a Celtic band around a jocks arm, a few flowers on wrists and ankles and a werewolf. I hadn’t stopped. “Here you go man,” Paul came back with an envelope full of cash. He tossed it on the table. I grabbed it, pulling the wad of notes out. I quickly counted it, nodding when I had confirmed it all there.
“You’re famous man.” He told me,
“Not interested.” I told him.
He laughed. “You think you got some money tonight? You could be rollin’ in it!” I turned to face him. “Not. Interested.” I warned him again. He held his hands up, “alright man, I know where to find you next time, ok?” I grunted. He turned away and walked out the room as I sterilized my equipment.
I heard footsteps on the stairs leading to the basement. “I told you. I’m not interested.” I warned before Paul showed his face again. “I’m sorry. I heard you were doing tattoos?” a soft, feminine voice replied. I turned quickly. A beautiful girl with skin the color of mocha, stood in front of me. She was wearing a dress showing off long, toned legs. She was tall for a girl, around 5,8 I decided. I cleared my throat.
“Err, yeah. What can I do for you?”
She smiled, showing off a set of perfectly white, straight teeth. “I want a tattoo.”
“Ok, what are you thinking about getting?” I asked.
“I want this.” She took a piece of paper out of her purse and passed it to me. It was a picture of a compass, an arrow pointing to the North. The caption said, “Don’t look back, you’re not going that way.” It was a pretty powerful message. I looked back up at her face, looking closely, I could see the worry lines, the fear behind those beautiful honey-colored eyes. “What’s your name?” I asked her. “Why?” she asked, almost defensively. “Just interested, that’s all. This will take me around an hour to do, it would be nice if I knew who I was talking to.” That was new. I barely talked to anyone, just the odd grunt. I hated talking while tattooing too. “Tinisha.” She told me. “That’s a beautiful name.” I told her. “I am David, but people call me Kennedy.” She smiled, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes.
I led her to the chair and sat her down. “Have you been here all night?” I asked her. She nodded. “Yeah, my friend dragged me. I don’t actually go to this school.”
“Where do you go?”
“I don’t go to college. I work too many hours.”
“Where do you work?” She tensed up at my questioning.
“It’s ok, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want.” I assured her, she relaxed again.
All of the equipment was set up again, “where do you want your tattoo?” I asked. “My arm.” She lifted her long sleeve shirt to reveal her forearm. I noticed bruising on the top of her arm.
“That looks painful.” I told her. She panicked when she realized what she had shown and tried to pull her sleeve down. “I’ve already seen it now. You don’t need to hide it again.”
She nodded slowly. “Did somebody hurt you?” I asked. She froze. “It’s ok, you don’t need to tell me.”
I asked her some more questions about her life, where she was from and what she did for a living. She answered some, not all. She was very careful about what she gave away. After I had finished, I wrapped it up in saran wrap. I gave her instructions on keeping it clean and gave her a small pot of cream that will help it to heal quicker. Nobody else got this tonight.
“Can I have your number?” I asked, just as she was slipping her coat back on. She looked torn. “Sure.” She said finally, as she wrote down her number. “I’ll call you tomorrow,” I said. “And I’m going to ask you on a date.” She smiled as she left.
After I sterilized my equipment for the umpteenth time that night, I packed it away and headed upstairs. I heard the loud moaning, and knew exactly what was happening before I even saw it.
An orgy. I could make out 4 women and 2 men, and I knew there were more in there somewhere.
"Hey handsome, you wanna join in?" a female voice came from behind me. I turned quick, taking in the sight before me. She was almost naked, aside from a tiny jeweled thong that you see in those porno's.
"Fuck yeah." I said quickly. She took hold of my hand and led me right to the middle of the orgy.
This was gonna be the best night of my life...
Chapter 2TinaI ran from the basement of the frat house, ignoring the sex noises going on around me. I quickly ran out of the front door. He had asked too many questions. I felt guilty about giving him the fake name and number, but I couldn’t risk it. I was leaving tomorrow.I walked the streets for a little while, needing to be out as long as possible. My mom didn’t finish work for another hour, and I wasn’t going home to my stepfather or stepbrother without her. &n
Chapter 3InkIt was my last few weeks in college. I had decided to open up a tattoo shop not too far away from campus. Paul was going to come and work with me, turned out, he was pretty handy with a gun too. He was also smart as fuck and could easily do the books and whatever else was needed. We had found the ideal location and I had paid a few hundred dollars to a few kids to paint it while we finished our exams.The day had finally arrived. We had invitations sent to previous clients, friends, family, anyone we knew really. We headed up to the front of the building and admired it before we stepped foot inside. We were 21 years old and had our own business! It was crazy.We walked into the bright, sterile white walls. The black and white square tiles on the floor gave the room a Victorian vibe. There was a small desk in the middle, we would eventually hire a receptionist to deal with this area. A few potted plants sat i
Chapter 4TinaI hated my life. I wished I were dead.I ran away from an abusive family and found even worse. Trey was the devil dressed as a lamb. With blond hair, and baby blue eyes, he was clean-cut, charming and dependable. Everything I needed in my life.I met Trey a few months after I left home. In a bar of all places. I was sitting with Alaina and her boyfriend. He caught my eye as soon as he walked in. Beautiful wasn’t a term I tended to use when describing men, but he was beautiful.He asked if he could buy me a drink when we were both stood at the bar. I accepted and we spent the night talking. I was always suspicious of new people; I had heard that my mom had hired a few people to find me. Anyway, Trey was charming as hell. We started dating after that night, then he asked me to be his girlfriend. I quickly fell for him. He asked me to move in with him after a month.It was a few months afte
Chapter 5InkThe following week, I was sitting in the Titan Kings MC clubhouse. Creek had come through and invited me the following week. His Prez was interested in meeting me, he told me.As I walked through the main room, I took in my surroundings. Women, half of them were topless, walking around with the bikers. Sexual acts were happening around us, women on the knees. Some of the men were at the bar, lines of what looked like cocaine were across the bar. A couple of notes were rolled up. I didn’t touch drugs. Never had the urge to. Paul walked next to me, his eyes darting round the room. He had been extended an invitation too when he and Creek had run into each other after Creek’s second part of his sleeve had been done.“This way.” Creek nodded toward an office door. He knocked on; a voice called to us from behind. “What?” “I have the tattoo guys here.” “En
Chapter 6Ink“What can I help you with officer?” I asked, trying to keep my heart rate as steady as possible. “License and registration.” He ordered. “I can give you my license, but this isn’t my bike, I borrowed it from the Titan Kings Motorcycle club, I’m hoping to prospect for them.” I explained. “I’ll call it in.” he disappeared, my license still in hand. Paul pulled up halfway down the road, he hadn’t been pulled over, so he was just waiting at the side of the road for me.The officer came back a few minutes later. “Alright, your story checks out. I pulled you over for a random stop and search. We are stopping every few vehicles, making sure you are transporting something illegal.” Fuck, fuck, fuck. I had the box in the seat. He would find it for sure and I had no idea what was in it. “You mind getting off the vehicle sir?” he a
Chapter 7Ink“I don’t know what you expect me to do about this, prospect?” King’s voice echoed throughout the empty room where we stood. “She was abused by her stepfather and stepbrother and has been missing for 2 years! We can’t just sit by and do nothing!” I argued back. He stepped forward toward me, a menacing look on his face.“Don’t you fucking tell me what I should do. This is my clubhouse; you will respect me.” He warned.I stepped back, “I apologize Prez, but there must be something we can do? You have a cop on retainer! Can you not just talk to him?” I pleaded.“No, I won’t be talking to him. This is not our business. That is the last I want to hear about it.” He turned and walked away, presumably back to his office where the 2 girls were sat, waiting for him.I stormed back up to the bar. “Woah, where&r
Chapter 8TinaI couldn’t tell you how long it had been since I last had freedom, something so huge that I took for granted. If I ever got out of here, I would never take it for granted again.I was now on my fourth “buyer”. Each one was worse than the one before. This time, I was stuck in a cage in a basement. The basement was full of cages, a woman stuck in each one. There were 8 of us that I could see. The only bright side of this one was that I had other people to talk to. I’ve spent around 2-3 years stuck with just the men that have bought me, I haven’t actually seen another woman since I had been taken by Harrison. I hadn’t heard about him in years.The guys who had us here raped us constantly. I had counted 6 men when I was taken in here a few months ago. Every morning, each of the men would come down and choose one of us that he would rape. The same went in the evening, we would
Chapter 9Ink“Church!” King bellowed, as he entered the main room. We all grabbed our drinks and followed him into the slightly smaller room off the main room. I walked in and found a seat at the long solid oak table that filled the room. King had it custom made to seat 20 of us, although we didn’t have that many brothers with us at the moment. Two of our prospects, Brute and Cue had to wait outside, as a prospect, you weren’t invited to church.I was given my cut only a month ago. After the cocaine incident, I warned King never to pull that kind of shit again. Instead of it ending in a brawl as I had expected, he laughed and threw me my cut. “Not many men have the balls to stand up to me. Here you go kid.” He chuckled. “You’ve earnt it.”So, now I was a fully patched brother. Snake was also given his around a week after I got mine, Brute and Cue were then bought in t