Two days had passed with Aaron stuck on Alice's arm as a tattoo, and it had sucked. Considering Alice was only fifteen, she had to cover Aaron up while she went to school, so Aaron spent most of the time staring into darkness. At the very least, he got to see her naked a couple of times, but it wasn't really worth it. He'd kill just to be able to move again.
On the third day of Aaron being a tattoo, Alice woke up and went to the bathroom as usual, but stopped when she got to the mirror. "Huh...?" She looked at Aaron with a quizzical expression. "What the hell?! When did I get a tattoo?"
Aaron's heart sank as Alice ran downstairs. He began to think about what would happen to him, but he had forgotten that, due to his open snake mouth, his mental speech was slurred, and all he heard in the back of his mind was a series of muffled grunts. This was the worst torture; he couldn't move, he couldn't speak, and he couldn't even think properly. And if Alice was telling the truth, he was going to be stuck like this for the rest of his life. He would have cried, but even his current form denied him this.