SHE RAN THE FINGERS OF HER FREE HAND OVER THE DEEP CUTS. She stroked an invisible line where she would make the final mark.
Without a further word, she took aim and struck with more force than she had ever used on anything before.
Shirley screamed out once, and fainted.
The sluts body went into a short spasm, and then flopped like a rag doll over the back of the Chesterfield.
With more than a little concern, Zelda satisfied herself that it was not serious.
She went to a cabinet, and from one of its drawers, selected a couple of bottles. They contained some special indelible pigments as used by tattooists. There was no need to use a needle. The skin was open and ready.
She took a fine water colour brush and simply pained the cuts.
Indigo down the centers and crimson either side. The whole thing took less than two minutes.
Shirley didn't know a thing. When she came to, Zelda was applying antiseptic and cleaning around the cuts with cotton dabs.
"These are my marks " she thought.
" They will be there for the sluts life time. And only I will know the truth." T.B.C.
