Emily stared at Alexander's credit card, her mind racing.
Every luxurious storefront she passed reminded her of her gilded cage.
She could buy everything. Take revenge... But for what?
It would be nothing more than a silent scream, quickly muffled.
Her gaze caught the blinking sign of a shabby tattoo parlor.
An idea took root—formless at first, then increasingly precise.
A tattoo. Not just a design, but a declaration carved into her flesh.
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