I glance down at my cock, my hand tightening around the steel barbells of my Jacob’s ladder, and there it is—her name, tattooed on my flesh between the piercings in the most perfect cursive font. The fresh ink burns under my palm in the same way it did when the needle first hit. Cara. Permanent, unbreakable, carved into me just like I’ve carved myself into her. Like I carved Jonah’s head for her.
