Page 135 of Petite Fleur

“I know, ma fleur, and now you’ll think twice before choosing some fucking dog over your health. What if my child was in there? You could have killed you both, then where would I be?”He asks with the same little grin that makes me nervous for what’s to come.

I don’t know what to say to save myself from this, but I also know that I scared him, and now he needs some sort of reassurance that I’m here.

“Hold my hand?” I ask shyly, hoping to lessen his worry so he’ll go easy on me.

He smiles a genuine smile this time, and reaches up to stroke his hand down the side of my face. “I need both hands, ma fleur. I would advise you not to move, but you can’t, so just try not to scream; it’s distracting.” He says calmly.

I gulp down my nerves and dig my nails into my palms. I don’t know what he plans to do, but I know I can’t stop it.

I force my eyes to the ceiling when I hear an almost silent buzzing noise. I refuse to look, but I’m praying that it isn’t a saw or a drill that will cut something off of me.

I’m praying that he’s not about to hand me one of my toes on a petri dish before turning it into a necklace or something.

Oh, god, what if that is what he’s doing?

How will I walk normally again? Will I ever be able to wear sandals again?

Wait…why do I care about sandals when Leon is about to permanently disfigure me?

What if he’s about to cut into my thigh and cut the muscle or something so I can never walk again? Is he about to cripple me so I can’t run?

I suck in a breath when I hear the buzzing get slightly louder, and I feel Leon’s hand on my upper thigh. “Please…” I whisper, but my eyes stay locked on the ceiling.

“You’re alright; deep breaths; this won’t take long.” He says calmly.

How can he be so calm when he’s about to cut my toes off?

I jump when I feel what I can only describe as a bee sting near my groin. “Sit still, ma fleur.” He says calmly.

I bite tightly on my lip while the stinging continues, but I can’t move, and he doesn’t stop. Even when he does, it's only for a moment before he continues doing whatever he is doing.

It took me several minutes, but it finally hit me like a ton of bricks that he’s tattooing me.

While it’s terrifying, it’s a relief that he’s not removing parts from me or taking my ability to walk.

It gives me the ability to sit back and, endure the discomfort, and be thankful that it’s all he’s doing to me.

After several more minutes, he finally wipes me with a wet and cold paper towel and puts whatever tools he’d used on me back in his cabinet. “Are you ready to see what I’ve done, ma fleur?” He asks enthusiastically.

The skin around my groin burns, but I know this made Leon feel better after scaring him. Still, this is now the second permanent reminder that I’m a possession and not a person anymore. “Yes.” I say nervously.

I don’t know if I am ready, but I am curious.

He couldn’t have done a good job, could he? How easy is it to use a tattoo machine? I can’t imagine it’s easy, otherwise anyone could do it!

He snaps a picture on his phone before pulling it up and showing me, and I almost cry at what he’s put on me.

In perfect cursive letters, “Leon” is now permanently drawn on my body.

Any man who will ever see my pussy again will now see his name on my skin and know that I’m not theirs; I’m his.

Is that even a valid fear, though?

Even before he etched his name onto my skin, I was already his…

Chapter 54

Maeve Henderson

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