TTRPG creations: 164/365: Ink Hole

Ink Hole

Skin soured and blackened. A midnight shadow courses criss-cross spiderweb style through veins. Pockets drilled deep into the flesh hold cubicles for different inks. From deep peacock feather green to iron beryl blue. The bone quill quietly dips into the dye holes, slow circles slosh the ink onto the tip.

The ink pours into the body again and tunnels pump the putrid black through. The quill finishes scratching and pushes in for another colour. Every hue, tinge and tone collects onto the page. The sharpened point prods into the victim again and again.

Silent sobbing and choked back tears slowly break the silence.