It Always Hurts Tattoo Novels & Stories

That's what I was—utterly, pathetically helpless. The tattoo gun dipped and rose, each puncture sending shockwaves through my body. I could feel every stroke, the skin swelling, the ink seeping deep. It burned like acid, my balls tightening in reflexive pain. I hated myself for this—for being weak, for letting him chain me down, for the way my body sometimes betrayed me with flickers of unwanted arousal amid the torment. “Why... why are you doing this?” I whimpered, voice breaking as sobs wracked me.

Ever had told me she owned a tattoo parlor, but for some reason, I never anticipated she would have tattoos, primarily because pure silver extract had to be added to the ink. Otherwise, our bodies would reject the ink and heal around it. But using silver made the normal pain of getting a tattoo about a hundred times worse.

these past three 3 weeks, she was recovering from her stomach pain. He did a tattoo on her stomach of his name! And now acting all sweet and caring. A crazy bastard. That day after sex, he did a tattoo of his name on her stomach. It hurt a lot. She couldn't move much after this. The doctor advised her not to move much after this. She hates the man to the core of her heart! Whenever she looked at her body, she felt disgusted. Cuz it's just filled with marks and marks. His mark His touch

Katiya ended the line soon after she finished her words. I tightened the string on my wrist to the point that I could taste the familiar pain from it. But that didn’t make me stop, it just made me hungrier for pain. I only stopped when I saw a tint of blood on the rope. My hand, later on, went to my abdomen, feeling and tracing the outline of the vague tattoo behind my shirt. It’s dark and it appears unclear, not showing any proper vision of what it was. It felt like a spiky barb wire had tangled my heart clenching on it hard, leaving only a few spots unscathed. It was painful. Every beat was hard and rough, symbolizing the agony filling my heart.

Then, I saw him standing by a door to a room, or somewhere. He had taken off his shirt. His upper body appeared bigger. They were tattoos all over his back, his trousers hung low on his waist, dangerously low. I could run my hands through this type of body all day without getting tired. He was receiving a phone call. He was immensely focused. I stood still, waiting for him to finish. His words didn’t make sense at first, until it got to the part where he said: “She doesn’t know a thing. I have it all under control… In the end everything will be mine.” His words made me tremble.

~ Ivy ~ *AFTER 45 minutes* My eyes were burning from continuous crying and my throat was hurting. I laid there sweating and panting as the man finished tattooing and got up to leave. The pain made my head spin, and I immediately touched the plastic bandage on my legs slightly. I wanted to put ice on it, to stop the burning sensation. I felt a shadow hovering above me. I flinched as he caressed my bare waist. His hands were rough unlike Peter's hands.

I approached their weak-ass leader and pulled him by the collar. "Remember my face and this tattoo you dummy, cause this day forward I will be your master. You and your useless gangmates will be my slave. You understand?" I said, looking hard at him. I grabbed his jaw and took a dagger that I always hid inside my boots. I carved a letter 'V' on his face. It stands for Violet. I tap the wound I made. "Aarrgghh!" He cried out in pain. Oh, my, my. Music to my ears.

"I'm not looking forward to healing. Having an itch you can't scratch. Terrible. I can't think of anything worse than that." "It's fucked up," he nodded, turning down a familiar street. "And torture. I have this tattoo on my back and there was a spot I couldn't reach with the ointment-l think I cried a little." I laughed out loud, the thought of going through the healing phase sending a cold shiver through me. "Please, I have this tattoo on my-" I cut myself off, clamping my mouth shut. Nope, he didn't need to know that. Theo smirked, raising an eyebrow while keeping his gaze fixated on the road ahead. "What?"

That felt like the way to get out of this nightmare to her so she looked past the pain, the fear was too much and she just scratched and scratched. The area itched and bled, it stung and made her grit her teeth as the pain she was inflicting on herself came to notice but the tattoo didn't show any signs of coming to off. Instead, it felt like it was even coming alive the more, the fact that she was scratching it being ignored and not affecting the tattoo in any way at all.

I wasn't so worried anymore and I believed in his words. After about an hour longer, I realised that he was right. The tattoos didn't actually hurt that much in comparison to being beaten around by a Strigoi. The main reason why the ceremony hurt was due to the fact that I was beginning to get cramp from having to stay firmly in the same position for such a long time. Well, that and the fact that there was so much ink being etched onto my skin. It wasn't so much a real painful sensation but more of an irritatingly tingly and stinging sensation.