Sadist straightened and eyed the piece he’d spent the last three hours working on. His back ached and his hand throbbed but seeing the completed piece, he had to admit, it had been worth it.
“All done. Do I need to go over the care again?” He set his tattoo gun on the counter a couple feet away and stood, reaching for the plastic wrap he liked to cover new works with.
“Nah, I’ve got it down.” The man he’d just finished working on sat up and went to the mirror to look at the piece along the back of his arm.
“Want me to take a picture before I cover it?”
“Please.”
Sadist used the man’s phone, and his own to take a couple pictures. The ones on his phone would get printed and go into the display books out front. The books were examples for customers. Sadist didn’t duplicate designs, but t
