My boss was a horny man who always tried to harass me. I could not put up with it. So I made him physically hurt.
Then, I lost my job.
But he left too many marks and bruises on me. I kept getting tattoos to cover them.
The rest of my friends were all busy with their own husbands and happy lives.
No one cared about me.
I went to a bar to find a reason to feel alive.
I thought I may lose the capability to love someone.
But I met a super hot guy, with a special tattoo on his sexy arm which attracted me.
For the first time, I felt my body get reacted.
He started flirting with me.
I thought he was just another playboy.
But after I learned the truth about his tattoo, it turned out his tattoo was just like mine, covering the deep secrets and damaged soul...
