Story Notes: A little AU Faith in prison drabble.
A/N: I don't know. shrugs The situation just seemed very Faith-like to me.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Not gonna be mine. Not making a profit here either.
Wicked. That's a sharp word, a cutting word. Even sharper if you don't curve any of the letters, make 'em all with straight lines like the blades of knives.
Tessa, her cellmate, gave her a tattoo kinda like that.
She waited until right after Angel's latest visit. Faith didn't want him to smell the blood and ask what had happened this time.
He'd understand wanting the tattoo. Had one of his own, right? That's exactly why she didn't want him to know.
Stretched across her back, from hipbone to hipbone, in heavy, sharp, black letters, Faith was forever branded. Wicked.