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She won t move. Do it.
Doc gripped the camera-like device and punched in something on the small screen.
Mira couldn t feel a damn thing. Flint held her firmly by her arms. She could feel her
ass and legs fine, it was just from waist to throat that was deadened. She didn t have the
urge to fall over but she might have if not for Flint s grip. She took a breath and then
frowned, sniffing.
What is that smell? Is it time to eat? Mira smelled food.
Flint and Doc glanced at each other. Doc frowned at Mira. You can eat soon. This
won t take long so just hold still. The imager copied Flint s designs exactly. It even
factors in his bone placement so the design is perfectly aligned in the imager and then
the wrap forms to your body and the imager can replicate the markings exactly to the
precise locations as the donor markings. It s an amazing thing.
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This wrap is giving me a tattoo? It is doing it right now? But I ve seen tattoos done
and they use needle machines to stamp them into the skin after the machine gets the
right image to imprint.
Those are standard tattoos and the ink can be removed later with dermis layer
removal. These markings aren t so simple to remove. Doc shifted his weight, looking
uncomfortable. These are placed a little deeper than just under the skin. They will look
like standard tattoos but no skin doctor can remove them in his office. He paused. It s
a system that puts small needles into your skin and removes a minute amount of fatty
tissue to replace it with a special tattoo dye that the imaging wrap can manipulate.
Think of the dye as tiny magnets that will move under the skin and are directed to
exactly create the pattern of Flint s brand. This is actually less invasive than a tattoo
artist s machine. There are a lot less needles involved and you ll heal very quickly.
Oh. She inhaled again. I m getting hungry.
Doc cleared his throat, looking uncomfortable as he shot a frown at Flint. He bit his
lip and didn t look at Mira. She frowned knowing they were hiding something from her
so she decided to ask them flat out.
What is going on?
Nothing, Flint said softly.
The other cyborg was still standing where he d been when he d offered a trade. Iron
chuckled. You smell something cooking and it makes you crave food, correct?
Mira couldn t turn to look at him but instead she glanced up at Flint seeing his
angry look. He turned his head to glare at Iron.
That is enough, Iron. Do not say another word or I ll make sure you get the least
appealing female on that shuttle.
Something beeped and Doc looked relieved as he nodded. He put down the
handheld device he d used to start the branding. It s done. She can move.
The wrap was snug and it didn t seem to want to loosen at first as Doc carefully
tugged it gently from her skin with Flint s help. When they opened the wrap, the smell
that had been teasing her grew stronger and horror hit her. Her mouth opened as she
stared down at her shoulder. Her skin was marked with black ink and she saw a faint
redness around the surrounding skin from the tiny needles. She sniffed.
I think I m going to be sick. It was me that I smelled, wasn t it? Did it burn the
black marks into me?
Flint moved fast to grip her face by wrapping his hand under her chin, jerking it up,
to almost go nose to nose with her. Look at me. Take shallow breaths through your
mouth to lessen the smell. Do not get sick. Just look into my eyes, Mira. What you smell
is the small amount of fatty tissue that was exchanged with the ink. The wrap disposes
of it by burning it up after it is removed from your body but your skin wasn t harmed at
all.
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She locked gazes with him and took shallow breaths through her mouth. That
helped a lot since her stomach stopped heaving. She blinked back tears that rose at the
idea of her fat being disposed of and the horror of getting hungry at the smell. Flint s
grip on her chin didn t release. She heard someone close to them laugh and knew it was
Iron. She suddenly had another name for him. Asshole fit him really well.
You are fine. I would never allow you to be hurt. By the time the pain meds wear
off, it will just be slightly uncomfortable. I will have Doc give me a cream to put on your
skin to relieve even that. In two days you won t even feel it. I told you that I don t want
to hurt you, Mira, so trust me.
Okay. I m not going to throw up. I just& God, it smelled good, like barbeque.
How sick is that?
I personally like the way you taste and smell, Flint said softly. Do not feel
sickened by your scent making you feel hunger. I hunger for your body right now, even
before you smelled like food. I just don t want to eat you with a fork and knife. He
winked before releasing her.
Mira blushed at his words, knowing Doc had heard every one. He tugged the shirt
back over her head, careful of her new branding as he smoothed it down. Flint turned,
nodding at Doc.
Thank you. I am in your debt.
A bottle of some hard liquor would be great. Doc chuckled.
Flint nodded. Done. I have a case on Garden so I will give two bottles if you ll
measure her for clothing. She needs clothing that will show her markings. It will
dissuade anyone from thinking about trying to take her.
Doc looked at the men standing in the large cargo room. No shit, Flint. They are
almost panting. He gave Mira another shot with an injector.
Flint s mouth tightened. She is branded now so there is no question of ownership.
He turned to glare at the room. His voice rose, deepened, as he addressed his crew. I
do not share my personal possessions and she is completely mine.
Iron uttered a foul curse. I guess that means you won t trade something for her
body for an hour then.
Flint s jaw clenched. No.
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