Daughter of Demons - Chapter 1 - The Ritual
I flinched as the searing hot ink was glazed across my breasts. Seemingly absorbing the moonlight, the blackest ink I’ve ever seen stood out against my flushed, magenta skin. One of my attendants did her best to hold me down, to keep me from ruining their work. “Please, miss, be careful,” she pleaded. It wasn’t like I was trying to get away, I knew as well as anyone how important this ritu...
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