You and your friend was talking. You was clenching onto your waist tightly which your friend seemed to notice. "Whats wrong?"

"Uh cramps..." you lie. You smile at him to make It more believable and he just nodded in response.

"As I was saying, would you like to come out to dinner with me?" He asks grabbing hold of your hands "

"She'll pass" a deep voice was heard behind you. You turn around to see samro smirking at your friend who clenches his jaw. "You don't own her"

Samro just chuckles before stepping beside you pulling your hands away from your friend "She's mine" "I don't see your name on her"

"Ah, it's right here" samro says removing your hand from your waist and lifting up your shirt.

Your friend's eyes widen as he sees Samro's initials carved into your skin. Not tattooed CARVED.

He turns to samro to see him holding the pocket knife he used to carve them into you.