THEY SAY A PICTURE IS WORTH A THOUSAND WORDS................................................................ CAN YOU GUESS THE WORDS FOR THIS ONE? ........PAIN.............LUST......TORTURE................ IT ALSO DESCRIBES MY NEXT STORY...............

  There's a new fade at least you would think so,but in reality it been around since man first got off his knees and learned to walk.Man has been piercing himself forever for varied reasons,to attract mates,to worship there chosen gods, to celebrate there manhood and today the reason is to show individuality.But is that the reason or is there some darker unknown reason.Read my following story,you be the judge.......

   Jack was a boy of sixteen who felt like an outsider,he felt alone ,confused and just not right.That's a feeling we all feel at the age of puberty.The Devil likes puberty it when us human are the most vulnerble to the his charms.

   Jack was ripe for the picking and Devil couldn't let this choice morsel get away. How would he get this lonely child's soul.He would come to the boy at his lowest times and whisper in his ear.He would tell the boy you are not alone I'm here with you join me become my disciple and I will give you the world.The weaker would fall for these lies .

  Jack was weak,he didn't have a chance.But the Devil would need proof of his faith and the Devil doesn't ask for prayers.No first he asked Jack go to a tattoo parlor and have my mark placed upon your body.That was easy to him . But the next request scared Jack to have his body pierced.Jack didn't mind pain but there was something about having his body punctured that fightened him more than anything.But his new master ordered it and he would do anything to please him.

  Why did the Devil ask this of Jack,the fear .If he could get him to do something he feared so much,he could get him to do anything.The Devil would then be in the driver seat and the next stop hell. Jack had called the tattoo parlor where he had gotten his tattoo just the day before.The phone had rang for an eternity.Time has a way of slowing when your in fear for your soul."Hello this is Marks tattoo how can I help you?"the man on the phone stated.Jack had knew they did piercing at the place but in a voice tinged with fear replied"do you do piercing ?"The mans answered ",yes,"and the rest of the conversation became a blur in his mind.The only thing that stood out in his mind was the time and date of his appointment 2:30 Friday.That was burned in to his brain by fear.The Devil was in hell smiling things were going well,very well indeed.

     Today was the day,the rest of the week had sped by and calendar on the wall stated in black and white friday had arrived. Jack's dread was heavy,a weight on his chest that he surely thought would crush him.Today he would take the final step in selling his soul.Today he would watch the clock like a man on death row waiting, for when he would get strapped in old sparky for his final trip.Jack felt the same way,condemned.His life had taken the wrong road and there was no turning back now.The day swiftly passed and by the clock on the wall it was time to make the long walk to the tattoo parlor.His mouth was dry from fear,but he was determined to go on with this mutilation of his body.He walked like a zombie as he shuffled his way down the street.On getting to the place ,he stopped and stared at the door.The door to him seemed like it was the very gates of hell. In a way it was because by entering it, it would lead to the same place.His heart pounded in his chest and his legs felt numb but he steeled himself turned the knob on the door and entered his nightmare. The man named Mark stood behind a desk set by the door smiled like the devil himself and said",you must be Jack you're just in time,come in back and will get to work.As Jack entered the back he was lead to a chair like you would find in a dentists office.The man named Mark busied himself getting ready to perform his job,collecting the tools of his trade.Mark asked",and where do you want to get pierced.The question caught Jack off guard.Mark continued",well you can have your tongue pierced,your eye lid , your nose,and even your belly button.Well what is it kid?"Jack thought about it minute and decided",My nose I quess,"fiquring that would be the least painful.Mark said"good that won't take any time at all.So just sit back in the chair and it will be over in no time.Jack sat back in the chair his body tensed,his neck muscles in knots.Jack looked over at the tattoo man seeing him take up a thing that l resembled a paper punch.He squeezed his eyes shut waitng for the pain.Meanwhile the tattoo man had rubbed something on his nose.The substence what ever it was had made his nose feel like it had fallen off his face.Where it had been there was a feeling of nothing.Then Mark the tattoo man said ",done, I give you instruction on how to keep it clean so it doesn't get infected okay.That'll be $20.00 .

    Jack thought done I didn't feel a think I was stupid to be afraid. He paid the man his money exited the place.He had a feeling of he could do anything. That's the feeling the Devil wanted him to have.There would now be no limits on what he could ask the boy to do.By doing something that made him feel so free. He had allowed chains to be place on his soul. A foolish price to pay for a eternity in hell.