What he saw in the reflection was indeed a tattoo, a depiction of a cobra, its long tongue sticking out, and
its long body ending in a flurry of tribal flames instead of a tail. The entire thing was nothing but black
ink, no colour whatsoever.
Now that he thought about it, the tattoo explained it. He felt as if his arms were pinned to his sides, his
legs wrapped up tightly, his mouth wide open with his tongue sticking out. Try as he might, he couldn't move
at all, trapped as the inkings now found on his girlfriend's arm.
"How do you like it?" She asked from above, where he couldn't see her.
Aaron tried to reply to her, but only muffled sounds could be heard from within his mind; somehow, due to the
tattoo's mouth being wide open, his mouth was also open mentally, and he could not speak properly.
"I knew you'd like it! By the way, I can hear you thinking, though apparently that wasn't the best idea. Let
me try something."
Aaron heard a click, and all of a sudden he could move again! Well, almost. Though he could open and shut his
new ink maw, he was still trapped; his legs were tribal flames, holding him in place, and his arms were bound
to his sides, being a snake and all. At least he was free to struggle all he wanted. "Alice! Get me out of
here! Pleaase! I don't want to be a tattoo! Please, you have to-"
He was cut off mid-sentence, once again becoming completely immobile. He tried to shout and cry, but his mouth
was perpetually forced open again, slurring his mental speech, so Alice couldn't understand him.
"No, Aaron! You're going to stay like that for a while! That's for forgetting about our one year anniversary
as a couple!"
Alright. Admittedly, he did forget about that, and he was sorry. But this was no way to make up for it!