Sara felt hot needle move in and out of her flesh. The pain was unbearable. It seared through her skin like a sewing machine gone wild. Blood shot up and speckled her face.
But Sara kept it all in.
The Tattooed Lady looked up at Sara and met her eyes with one raised eyebrow. The woman's look seemed to be one of surprise. Surprise that Sara wasn't screaming. Surprise that Sara wasn't weeping. Surprise that Sara didn't try to get up and run far, far away.
But there was no where to go.
So while Sara's insides wretched with pain, she sat there and took it. She looked down and saw strange symbols and curved letters that she didn't recognized. They were being painted into the flesh of the back of her hand.