Isla releases the choking hold on Alexis slightly with a flick of her finger, allowing a slight bit of color to return to Alexis' face. Alexis still cannot move at all, the decreased pressure only allowing her to be able to open her mouth and take in oxygen even though it is more of a gurgled breath. It is hard to feel the relief as the need for air is nearly overcome by the need to scream in agony.
Alexis’ tattoo is scorching, the smell of burning flesh fills the air, the red color runs faster and faster, looking alive but in the worst way possible, the beautiful artwork, twisting and warping into something so malicious.
Isla was there when Alexis got the tattoo. She was a little older and was able to sign the consent form. At the time, Alexis didn’t think anything of it when Isla asked
