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Before she met Kali, Violet had exactly two scars on her entire body.
The first, on the underside of her chin, had been from childhood. She'd jumped off a swing-set, landed on her front and impaled her soft flesh on a sharp pebble. The second, a smooth line reaching from her elbow to her wrist, had been from a sparring match with Garrett. He'd been distracted, thinking out loud about where to dump the corpse in their trunk, and he'd sliced her open when trying to block her.
It was an accident.
But that hadn't kept her from adding his body to the trunk as well.
Now, she's long since lost count of the scars marking up her body, left there by the sharp edges of one of Kali's many knives. From superficial nicks to deeper wounds that had bled profusely, she seems to be made more of scars than intact skin. They cover her legs and arms, riddle her torso, are even present on the back of her neck.
They're inconvenient. Unless she's wearing long sleeves and pants, they're impossible to hide, entirely too noticeable, especially considering her line of work.
She shouldn't accumulate any more.
But, whenever Kali raises one of her knives, Violet gives her free rein, because of a simple truth that she knew long before Garrett slipped up.
The truth is that she loves the pain that comes along with the scars, needs it like oxygen.
And Kali is more than happy to oblige her.