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 the late hour, the place was buzzing with crowds of people.

Josie stood still, completely 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 black slacks; 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.

walked toward the end of the alley, they reached a small, rundown parlor.

shop was lit with a warm yellow

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,

was a tattoo

by an old man who was hunched over. The man

here. Their screams were like nails on a chalkboard, making Josie’s

stood at the entrance, afraid to enter the tattoo

get a tattoo

around and glanced toward Josie. “Get in here,”

Giving Her a Tattoo

her head, her legs rooted to

icy glare, he commanded her to go

her ears. “I don’t want to

to her and carried her up

me! I don’t want to get a tattoo!”

on the bed. His eyes were like two empty sockets, devoid of all emotions. Without delay, he wrapped her arms and legs with the ribbons attached and closed the curtains

in shock, and her heart pounded against her ribs. Dexter looked like an executioner, ready to

“Don’t come near me!”

as

apron around Dexter’s waist and

to free herself, but

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