The new tattoo that Tim struck only added to my pain. I could fell more welts rising on my ass. I knew I was bleeding. I knew I would be scarred for life, however short that would be. The pain in my shoulders and wrists worsened as I was launched forward by my thrashing. It move me closer to the tattoo man who twisted and pulled on my nipples.

I was so relieved when he stopped pulling on them. I hung my head when I saw Tim circling my like a shark and stopped in front of me with the tortous device still in his hand.

I felt every strand rip my flesh. "No!" I screamed. "Stop!" I knew they would not listen or care about my cries until I was too loud and gagged again. How could I still be wet?