The sting of the needle pierces my skin sweetly,
making me grit my teeth in ecstasy.
The bite of her thin blade,
discolors my skin black.
While the moan of my voice ags her on.
Griping the armrests for support
my silent scream
a testament to her abilities.
The one who manipulates her
is a pro at this game
wiping the ink and the blood away
burns a little
closing my eyes I quiver and hiss delightfully.
and in the end
the one who pays the most is me.













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