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Chapter 19 by hambo hambo

Do the curtains match the (lack of) drapes?

Yes

You let out a wail of despair as your hand connects with your head and finds nothing but smooth, sensitive skin.

You were so proud of your long luxurious locks, and now they're gone, just like everything else. Tears well up in your eyes, and you brush them away with a hand, thankful to at least still feel your eyebrows.

You're completely bald, naked, unarmed, and leaking like a faucet in the middle of the woods. You feel completely helpless and utterly humiliated at the thought that whoever sees you will think you're some kind of sex pervert wandering around out here trying to get her jollies.

You likely would have spent at least another five minutes wallowing in self-pity, but a loud *SNAP* in the distance brings you back to the here and now.

You look up to see something rustling in the trees and apparently headed towards you.

What happens?

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