Buzzz. Buzzz. Pause: wet paper towel. Buzzz. Does it hurt? No, not really. It’s worth it.
That’s what they all say. Clenched teeth. Buzzz. Buzzz. Where do you go to school? Buzzz.
Pause: loading more ink. Oh, yeah? I went there too. Do you like it? Buzzz. The boy’s arm twitches.
Stay still. Buzzz. Buzzz. His leg, this time. Need a break? No.
That’s what they all say. Buzzz. It’s nearly finished. A wonky black shape, to you. For him, a breakneck taboo.