Tim pulled the ties on his hand taut and forced himself to relax as Jason pulled his blade down in a smooth spiral along his shoulder blade. The sting burned in a blur, but the soothing flush of skin trailing along the cuts made his breath hitch. He knew what his back looked like by now, the gentle curves and flow of bright white scars detailed into his skin with careful precision.

Jason never did more than a few lines and he rubbed the ink gently in the wounds. He showed more care here in the dark than he ever did in daylight.