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He did. He introduced me to his organization as his daughter. He trained me personally, how to fight, how to shoot, how to kill. He got into my head. I became a totally different person. He gave me a tattoo that matched his. We were three who had that tattoo on our arms in that organization. I, Pa Alejo and Tyler. Tyler was the son of Pa Alejo's right hand. The tattoo was of an eagle attacking its prey. He said it signified glory and what not.

He said eyeing Fiona beside me, I gritted my teeth in annoyance "Becca?" Fiona said "Yes, Becca. Hi, I'm Tyler, Becca's brother, and Caden's tattoo artist" the fucker said to Fiona "So you're the one that drew all those beautiful art on his body?" She smiled, I frowned, She didn't even act like She heard Becca's name again "Yes, I drew it all, and It's strange you've seen it, Manchester doesn't allow anyone to see his tattoo, not even Becca" Tyler said

“OK, losers, why don’t I give you some options? Here we go: Option 1: We can start with tattoos for each of you. I am thinking the word ‘SLUT’ would look really good tattooed across your backs and foreheads. We could do pink for Paige and black for Luna Cassie. Option 2: We can give each other pedicures and manicures. Of course, for yours, we would have to remove each finger and toe from your body first, so it might take a little bit longer than normal.

My name is Artie. I lived with my family, mom and my dad, in the jungle. We had no neighbors but only listening to the sweet melodious voices of the singing birds from the jungle. I grew up from the house and never moved out. My parents used to tell me I was the only reason for their happiness so I made sure to keep them smiling. I was a type of girl who liked watching fantasies so I always wished to make the impossible possible. One day on my birthday, dad asked me to make a wish. I just told them I wanted a tattoo on my thigh instead. My mom scolded me for asking such a stupid thing on my day but it's what I wanted.

We apologized and promised to clean up our mess. Thereafter, he said that he had a surprise for me. He took me into what looked like a luxury spa, but to my joy, it was a very fancy tattoo parlor. I had once told him about a tattoo I had secretly always wanted to get but never found the courage or the right people to do it for me. I even described what I wanted to him. The tattoo artist showed me the design he prepared, and I was dumbstruck. It was exactly what I wanted. Daniel explained the process and how long it would take, and because it was on my back, it might hurt a bit. He said that I could think it over and we could come back if I decided I still wanted it. I really wanted the tatto

Before proceeding to slap a hand on Reigh’s shoulder when the artist stepped back for an ink refill. Reigh grunted in pain, “Dick.” And Taide laughed. The artist returned and I leaned closer to see the tattoo, my amazement made my eyes go wide—the half-drawn art of deep black angel wings covered the upper side of his back. I grimaced as the needle came down on his skin, drawing blood. “Is the needle made of silver?” I asked. The tattoo artist, Taide, and Reigh said “Yes. ” At the same time, and I physically winced.

I asked, annoyed. He scratched the back of his neck and for some reason I followed his hand and saw the tattoo on his neck. It's a Butterfly! I just remembered that bitch Annalise had one like that too. So he's a member of the butterfly gang. My day got even worse! Good thing they don't know me. Should I get a Dragon tattoo? And "eat" that little butterfly! What am I thinking. So annoying! "Oh, I'm sorry pretty lady. I was in a hurry. By the way, I'm Adrian Regalado." He introduced himself smiling and extended his hand.

Impressive. “And you’ve checked everything, including their tattoos?” “Yes, sir. They’ve all been stripped of their original tattoos and had new ones placed in inconspicuous locations. Sage’s preferred placement being inside body orifices.” There are several winces around the table. “It’s been successful, if rather painful,” Highlander continues. “Going forward, I’d suggest we consider more discreet placement for all tattoos, especially if we’re moving into more clandestine work.” It’s a valid point.

I said under my breath. These girls were either in their sixteen or seventeen and we're already exposed to the harsh and evil world at such their age. I was contently convinced, thises girls either didn't choose this life for themselves. Someone, had choosen to give them this kind of lives. “What the hell does this tattoo means? Why are their tongue cut off?" "perhaps the tattoo was a brand! Their means of identification and the cutting off of the tongue was to ensure if they are cut, they won't give out information about their existence!“

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