Texting (Patreon)

So this is another one of these small captions written in NSFW Discord. I'm again being overly safe with Patreon's policy and give you the option to reverse image search on your own.

"Is this what you like, you fucking perv?" the text message said, accompanying the photo of a man that I did in fact like. No idea who it was though. The number was unknown, as was the body. No face. The only identifying mark was a bit of arm tattoo that looked like a north-western tribal pattern. Doesn't fit anyone I know, not that I've seen the naked arms of everyone I know. But then I don't really know anyone with such a stacked body either.

Clearly a wrong number. "Yeah, I do" I answered, feeling unconstrained to say nothing but the truth. The searing pain was almost instant. I forcefully kept my eyes shut as my face twisted in agony. The phone slipped out of my hand, making a hard landing on the floor. The sound was all wrong, like a hard tile or concrete floor.

The pain stopped as suddenly as it started. Dazed I looked around the deserted locker room. I didn't even have to look in the mirror to realize what had happened. I could hear it in my breathing, and just after, see the north-western tribal pattern on my arm.