And the next moment, Sara was being dragged, the woman's arm suddenly unnaturally long, and monstrous. The Tattooed Lady pushed forward through the forest, her arm lagging behind, hand and skin attached to Sara's face.
Sara smelled the wet earth of the forest as her body was dragged behind the woman. Suddenly she was hauled up into the air and placed unceremoniously down onto a log. The branches of the fallen log closed all around her, forming arm and leg restraints and a sort of chair.
"This is where we'll go to work. Now that the ink is in you, I need only to return with my needles and we'll make a proper and fine tattoo on your face and body." The Tattooed Lady promised. And with that she stalked off into the forest, perhaps looking for the needles.