Tattoos

Me and Dax went to Boa’s cell where all of his tattoo stuff was already set up. ‘Take a seat kid.’

I sat down on the chair. ‘You need to take that off.’ He said pointing it my top.

‘Why?’

‘I’m tattooing your bsck and you need to get rid.’

‘Oh.’

I puleod my top of showing al lot m y muscles and six pack.

He smirked. ‘you sure kept tinned kid.’

‘I trained every night and weekends.’

‘Good choice this is going to hurt.’ He smirked.

‘I don’t feel pain.’

‘You’ll feel this.’ He smirked laughing.

He put the transfer onto my back then the gun buzzed. ‘Ready kid?’

‘As ready as I’ll ever be.’

‘Let’s get started your in for a hell of a ride.’

The needle pressed on my skin dragging over it he was right it hurt like hell but I wasn’t going to show any pain I’d been taught how to switch it off snd that’s exactly why o done as he continued with the outline. ‘So tell one kid why the hell are you in here and with a charge of kidnap of all things.’