Hair

You solemnly agree to you hair.

You direct the man to the location of the hair clippers.

Hoping that if he takes a while you may be able to get away.

Unfortunately he returned rather hastily, grabbing your tided up hair rather roughly. In the other hand he had a pair of scissors, which he used to very crudely cut off your pony tail.

Next the buzz of the clippers sounded as he slowly and rather skilfully shaved away all your hair. You sobbed as your beautiful locks fell passed your face and onto the floor.

Soon you were left with a tight buzz cut,the tears still running down your face.

"There now you know what happens to bad girls"

He said a hint of a evil laugh in his tone.

"Now I suppose I should probably tell you why I am here."