Regret

That night, I couldn't sleep a wink. I kept tossing and turning, my mind consumed by the foolish agreement I had made with Jason. Matching tattoos had seemed like a fun idea at the time, but now I was filled with regret.

I was left with his name permanently inked on my most intimate body part. I couldn't believe I had agreed to such a foolish idea, but in the moment, I was swept away by his charm and convincing words.

As I lay in bed, I couldn't even bear to face Jason. How could I look him in the eye after what he had done to me? I knew how freaky he could be, but a tattoo of his name on my pussy was a whole other level of insanity.

I kept waking up throughout the night, my heart pounding in my chest as I went to the mirror to check if I was dreaming or not. But every time I looked, there it was: "Jason" staring back at me, a permanent reminder of my foolish mistake. I felt sick to my stomach as the reality of what I had done sank in. 

The next morning, I awoke with bags under my eyes from the sleepless night. I couldn't believe how tired I was, and I couldn't even remember how I had finally fallen asleep. As I lay in bed trying to gather my thoughts, my phone buzzed with a text message. It was from Jason.

"Do you like my surprise?" the text read.

Anger boiled up inside me as I read his words. How dare he send me such a smug message after what he had done? I ignored his text, knowing that he was probably laughing his ass off at my expense. I couldn't even bring myself to go downstairs for breakfast. 

My mother knocked on my bedroom door, her voice filled with concern. I told her I was fine, but the guilt of lying to her weighed heavily on my chest. She promised to send breakfast up to me, and soon Sebastian, appeared with a tray of food. 

I couldn't look him in the eye. The shame of what I had done burned in my cheeks. Sebastian could sense my unease, and he tried to offer me some comforting words. But I dismissed him curtly, telling him I just had a slight headache. 

I spent the entire day in bed, unable to face anyone. The weight of my foolish decision hung over me like a dark cloud. I couldn't shake the feeling of shame and humiliation, knowing that I had allowed myself to be manipulated by Jason. 

As the day wore on, I heard a gentle knock on my door. I didn't bother to answer, but the door creaked open anyway. I looked up to see Sebastian standing there, a concerned expression on his face. 

"Are you feeling any better, love?" he asked softly. I could see the genuine worry in his eyes, and I felt a pang of guilt for treating him so poorly. 

I sighed heavily and shook my head. "I'm sorry, Sebastian. I've just had a lot on my mind lately." 

He nodded understandingly. "I can see that. But you shouldn't shut yourself away like this. You have people who care about you, who want to help." 

I felt a lump form in my throat. Sebastian's kindness made me feel worse. I knew he would probably hate me when he found out what I had done but all I needed at that time was a hug from him.

"Thank you, Sebastian," I whispered. "I'll try to do better." 

He smiled warmly at me, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "That's all I ask. Just remember that you're not alone. We're all here for you." 

As he left the room, I felt a surge of gratitude wash over me. Despite the mess I had gotten myself into, I knew that I had people around me who cared. And perhaps, with their support, I could find a way to move past this embarrassing mistake. 

But as the day went on, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled over me. I couldn't stop thinking about Jason and the tattoo that now adorned my body. I knew I had to confront him, to demand an explanation for his actions.

That evening, I mustered up the courage to face Jason. I found him sitting on a park bench, a mischievous grin on his face. I walked up to him, my heart pounding in my chest.

"What the hell were you thinking, Jason?" I demanded, my voice trembling with anger. "How could you trick me into getting a tattoo of your name on my pussy?"

Jason's grin widened as he looked at me. "I thought it would be a fun surprise," he said nonchalantly. "I didn't think you would take it so seriously."

I was speechless. How could he be so flippant about something that had caused me so much distress? I felt a surge of anger rising up inside me, and without thinking, I slapped him across the face.

Jason's eyes widened in shock, his hand flying to his cheek where a red mark was already forming. I could see the shock in his eyes, but I couldn't stop myself. The betrayal I felt was too overwhelming.

"I can't believe you would do something like this to me," I said, my voice shaking with emotion. "I trusted you, Jason."

Tears welled up in my eyes as I turned on my heel and marched away, leaving Jason sitting on the bench, his face a mask of anger and confusion. I didn't know where I was going, but I knew I couldn't stay with him any longer.

As I walked away, the weight of what had happened settled on my shoulders. I had let myself be fooled by someone who had never truly cared for me. But as I wiped away my tears, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. I may have a tattoo of his name on my body, but I would not let Jason define me. I was stronger than that, and I would not let his betrayal break me.