Martina entered. She raised her right hand and admired the newly done manicure under the light - green, extending from the fingertips into a sharp almond shape, each piece of the nail surface flowing with a galaxy-like luster.

"Beautiful," she murmured, her fingers opening and closing.

The model was kneeling on the carpet in the center of the living room, with her back exposed, and the spine line glowed ivory-white under the chandelier. This was the third time he had been summoned this week. Martina walked behind him, and the shadow fell over him.

The first strike was without warning.

The green nail tip sliced across the shoulder blade, from left to right, slowly and firmly. The skin first turned pale, then a bright red mark emerged, like poppies blooming suddenly in the snow. Alan's back muscles tensed instantly.

"Don't move," Martina's voice had a pleasant raspy tone.

She began to accelerate. The second, third, fourth strike - the nails entered the skin at different angles, sometimes dragging vertically downward, sometimes cutting diagonally across. The red marks interlaced into a grid, slightly raised under the light, but without breaking the skin. The edges of the manicure were smooth like blades, leaving only a b*rning mark.

"Not enough," Martina suddenly chuckled.

She brought her five fingers together, the nail tips converging into a point, pressing it onto the model's waist. Then - rotation.

Clockwise, slowly, applying pressure. The nails ground against the skin, the red marks no longer straight, but spiraling outwards, the center deepest, the edges fading. The model's breathing became labored, her fingers digging into the carpet fibers.

"Right, this gives a feeling," Martina's eyes shone. "Rotation gives a feeling."

She began to count.

"Seven, eight, nine..."

Only the sound of nails scraping against the skin remained in the living room:? -? -? - occasionally mixed with the subtle friction sound during rotation. The red marks covered the entire back? some overlapping into deep pink? some still fresh and bright red. The green nails moved through them? like snakes slithering across t forty-nine...

On the fiftieth strike? she exerted all her strength. From the base of the neck straight down to the coccyx? a straight red line ran through all the spirals and grids? like the final signature.

The model's back was now a crimson map.

Martina did not stop. She placed her hand again? fingers apart? starting from both sides of the spine - rotating simultaneously. Five spirals of red marks slowly blossomed on each side? the nails precisely controlling the pressure and angle? ensuring each mark was clear yet not broken. The manicure remained intact? the green light cold and menacing.

Finally? she withdrew her hand and looked closely at the light. There were no in the nail crevices? only a few pieces of skin debris. The glossy green surface of the nail was as smooth as ever? reflecting the chandelier in the living room? and also reflecting that crimson back.

The model remained kneeling? the red marks on her back pulsating slightly in the air? as if they had life.

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