Clasmate : Stephanie's

"I wasn’t afraid. At least not until I heard the buzzing… I was the loud, annoying reminder of the pain that was soon to follow. I clenched my eyes shut, willing for the strength to endure the situation I paid to be in. The stencil was in place, the ink laid out and the gun buzzing in eagerness as it got closer and closer to my skin. The tattoo I’d wanted for years suddenly seemed like a foolish idea-- a child’s aspiration. But I couldn’t back out now…

The needles burned like acid being injected under my skin. The pain was so vast and so deep I couldn’t even voice the word ‘stop.’ My mouth stayed open in a silent scream… The tattoo artist was a master of torture and cruelty, a monster using art and beauty to entice its unknowing victims only to then maliciously sink its needles deep under their skins.

After an hour and a half the two birds were forever perched behind my ears. It was sick to think something to small, something so innocent could cause so much pain. Not even the devil himself would have caused so much pain…

 I hear them whispering to me in my sleep. They tell me that I am their host and they are the parasites feeding on me… I’m afraid.

I hear them at night—feasting on me. They are constantly growing bigger. I barely have the strength to hold me head up… I’m so afraid.

I can feel them moving—digging deeper into my flesh. My body is womb that feeds and contains them-- soon they will have no use for me… I don’t want to me alone. I will not let them go."

 

I very, much love your description in this. And see your devil obsession (which is awesome!). For improvements, maybe some dialog. Make some talking go on there. But that's just to make  me happy. It is fine without dialog.