Shucking off my jacket and rolling up the sleeve of my sweater, I stroke the pale skin of my arm. Pearlescent scars meet my fingertips, the bumpy ridges immortalising my sins. It’s all about punishment. Nobody should get away with what I did. As razor meets flesh, hot pain grants me instant satisfaction. I press down hard and bite my lip, savouring the resultant burn. Wetness spreads, running down to my elbow. I sneak a peek, and the sight of dark trails makes my heart thump harder as my mouth waters. So fucking beautiful.
