Gemotions

The flowing script of her signature, a symbol of her artistic identity, defiled on a stranger's neck. A complete disregard. A profound disrespect. She felt a cold anger, a simmering heat.

She sought out the tattoo artist. She looked at his work, analyzing it. And then, she took his supplies. She began a new work, her own interpretation of his style, incorporating her own stolen signature.

She would be better. She would be more successful. She would ensure he knew who had truly won.