Sylvia undid the buttons which she had just now clasped and pulled her dress down, loosening the corset, revealing her ample breasts.
In between her breasts was a small yet bright crescent-shaped tattoo, half the size of her little finger.
Sylvia gulped nervously gazing at it. She almost couldn't believe it.
This was her body and she had been familiar with it for about eighteen years now and yet, she had never once noticed anything like this until she met the devil.
Sylvia had always wondered if the man had done something to her, some sort of a spell or a mark, claiming her ownership and perhaps that was this tattoo?
But that only sounded more and more improbable with every passing day.
She gazed at the crescent which was glowing with a mix of golden and silver luster and touched it with her finger.
"What the hell are you?" She murmured.
