You sat next to Johnny in his shack on the couch. You don’t know how your crazy boyfriend had convinced you into doing this. Johnny had convinced you into allowing him to engrave something into your own skin. Now Johnny’s leaning his body onto yours as he gently lifted your shirt up to see your hip. His knife in his other hand as he rubbed his rough fingers over your skin.

“You ready for this sugar?” he said with a chuckle as he held his knife to the skin on your hip.