Her new look!

"What are you gonna do?" Vanessa hesitantly asked. "You don't look like someone who poops herself, no, you have too much of this Vanessa Sinclair in you. So your punishment will be to remove Vanessa Sinclair from you." Madam Markle boldly stated. "And how are you gonna do that...?" Vanessa asked daringly, her former self was beginning to break in as her anger was increasing.

Madam Markle smiled, and clapped her hands. The mechanical arms suddenly arrived with a chair, which Vanessa was strapped to. "Let's start with my first issue, your hair, it's too long and perfect. Certainly not suitable for a poopy plaything!" Madam Markle announced, sending Vanessa through horror. "No no no!! Please don't cut my hair!! I'll do anything you ask!" Vanessa pleaded, shaking her bonds but the arms were too strong. She didn't want a haircut, but she didn't see a way out.

Multiple hands dropped down next to Madam Markle. "Now I want her hair to look ridiculous and short, something she doesn't have to worry about but also be humiliated by." Madam Markle addressed the arms, which moved up and down to nod. They all picked up scissors and clippers, and began to cut Vanessa's hair.

All Vanessa could do was scream and cry as she watched her long silky black hair fall to the ground. Once they were done with scissors, Markle pointed out areas that she wanted shorter, and she even requested Vanessa have bangs. Minutes turned into hours as Markle and her mechanical arms styled Vanessa's hair.

Once the arms had finished, they then dropped a gloopy substance into her hair and rubbed it all over Vanessa's now short hair. They rubbed and rubbed until all of her hair was coated, and then waited a few minutes for the substance to sink in. After this her hair was combed was positioned appropriately.

Once the arms had finally finished cutting Vanessa's hair with the approval of Madam Markle, Vanessa was presented with a mirror. She shrieked in horror, her hair barely went past her chin! She also had ridiculous bangs that were an inch above her eyes. Her hair was also no longer the silky black mane, but instead was a dull brown colour and looked much less silky.

While Vanessa cried and cried about her hair, Madam Markle cheered with joy. She grabbed a strange spray can of brown liquid and walked over to Vanessa. "You look so much better now! Gone are the ugly long strings that made you look like a whore! Now you're more suitable for a poopy plaything. But, I have to make sure you stay this way!"

Madam Markle suddenly started spraying the can all over Vanessa's new hair. She then massaged it all in. "What have you done now!?" Vanessa shouted. Markle ignored Vanessa and walked over to grab a pair of scissors, and a strand of Vanessa's hair. She pressed the scissors down onto the strand, but she struggled to cut it and ended up breaking the scissors. "Marvellous! Your hair cannot be cut or styled and it will never grow any longer! You permanently have this haircut!!" Markle announced with joy.

Vanessa broke down into tears, Markle had finally beaten her. Her beautiful hair was gone! And now she was stuck with this ugly mess of a haircut forever! "How can it get any worse?" Vanessa cried. "Ohhhh don't jinx yourself plaything!" Markle responded.