Chapter 446


    Chapter 446 Giving Her a Tattoo


    Dexter wouldn’t answer her. He brought the car to a stop at a rather vibrant area away from the city that


    bustled with noise.


    Despite thete hour, the ce was buzzing with crowds of people.


    Josie stood still,pletely bewildered.


    She had stayed in Wavery for two years, but she never knew they had a night market here.


    What was even more startling was that Dexter would take her there.


    “Get down,” he uttered coldly.


    Josie wasn’t sure what he wanted to do. Josie’s frustrations were building up inside her like a volcano,


    ready to erupt at any moment.


    Dexter was dressed in a crisp white shirt and ck cks; his casual and easygoing look was a stark


    contrast to the poster-filled walls and shouting of vendors.


    Josie followed behind him without knowing their destination.


    When they walked toward the end of the alley, they reached a small, rundown parlor. An old vintage


    bicycle was lying by the side.


    Inside, the shop was lit with a warm yellow glint.


    The people inside were either lying down fully or sitting on a chair, their faces contorted in pain as they


    cried out in agony. The tattoo artist stood in front of them, their needle moving quickly and efficiently as


    he drew on their skin.


    It was a tattoo parlor.


    Dexter walked in casually and was greeted by an old man who was hunched over. The man smiled


    politely at him. “Everything is ready.” he said.


    Josie didn’t understand why Dexter had brought her here. Their screams were like nails on a


    chalkboard, making Josie’s skin crawl.


    She stood at the entrance, afraid to enter the tattoo parlor.


    Dexter wouldn’t make her get a tattoo here, would he?


    Dexter turned around and nced toward Josie. “Get in here,” he demanded.


    Giving Her a Tattoo


    Josie shook her head, her legs rooted to the ground.


    With an icy re, hemanded her to go in.


    Josie could hear her pulse throbbing in her ears. “I don’t want to go in,” she answered timidly.


    Dexter marched to her and carried her up by her waist.


    “Let go of me! I don’t want to get a tattoo!” Josie eximed in shock and fear.


    Dexter stayed silent and tossed her on the bed. His eyes were like two empty sockets, devoid of all


    emotions. Without dy, he wrapped her arms and legs with the ribbons attached and closed the


    curtains around her.


    Josie’s mouth dropped open in shock, and her heart pounded against her ribs. Dexter looked like an


    executioner, ready to carry out a death sentence on her.


    “Don’te near me!”


    Josie’s voice twinged with desperation as she feared his merciless acts.


    Someone wrapped an apron around Dexter’s waist and ced the tattoo supplies beside him.


    Josie struggled to free herself, but she was pinned to the bed.


    “Dexter, I admit I was wrong to doubt you,” she whimpered. “Please let me go. I’m afraid of needles.


    What if Liana had a tattoo, and Dexter wanted to give her a simr one because she angered him?


    Dexter bit his lower lip, his eyes narrowing as he saw the fear in Josie’s eyes. “Calm down. This won’t


    hurt as much as you think,” he remarked.


    Josie was terrified of the pain.


    Nheless, Dexter was unmoved by Josie’s reaction. He picked up the tattoo needle and unbuttoned


    her blouse, revealing her bare skin.


    Josie closed her eyes tightly, her body shaking with fear. She could feel the needle getting closer to her


    skin, and she knew that there was nothing she could do to stop it.


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    The needle pierced her skin, and Josie gasped in pain. She slowly opened her eyes.


    Dexter’s face was lowered, his eyes fixed on Josie’s waist. He held the tattoo gun, carefully drawing


    lines on her waist. Ouch! It hurts really bad. However… the ce he was tattooing was over her scar.


    It was where she suffered a slit from the knife attack. Although Dr. Monte had given her an ointment to


    help fade the scar, it stood out starkly against her pale skin.


    Josie had never talked about the scar before. She was self-conscious about it, and she didn’t want


    anyone to see it. After all, anyone would be devastated to have such a big scar on their body. It also


    meant she couldn’t wear any tops that exposed her waist.


    She finally stayed still, and Dexter clearly knew what thoughts were going through her head. “A girl


    shouldn’t have a scar this big, Dexter muttered.