Ink

Black liquid filled with death drills into the skin

The first touch is heartless and cold

A monster rumbles inside

Scratches its way into the victims skin

Blood red marks appear

As the machine presses down

The skin breaks slowly

The boss is informed of this horrible treachery

It sends a message to its partner

And a cry of pain arouses

The machine doesn't stop

Until it has finished what it started

Until it's mission is complete

No matter what the cost...