The brunette stirred from his sleep, his bloodshot eyes tired and heavy. However, as he awakened, his heart nearly stopped. This wasn’t where he’d fallen asleep. He found himself shirtless and tightly bound to a wooden chair, surrounded by a very dimmed room. He began to panic, immediately trying to free himself from his restraints.
“Daniel Arthur. It’s been awhile, hasn’t it?”
He recognized the voice near-immediately. His heart dropped as he realized she was one of his previous victims.
Daniel was an interesting man. He was a sadist, but in a different way than most others. He didn’t like to cause physical pain to others, and he didn’t get pleasure from seeing others in pain either. He got his pleasure from cutting people’s hair against their will. It was a strange kink of his, and he found nothing wrong with it. That was, until he was placed into the victim’s shoes.
He turned his head to look at her, even more horrified to see that she was wearing his haircutting apron.
“No… no hard feelings right..?” He asked, voice shaky. “Please.. Can I give you money or something? I swear I won’t do anything to you ever again- can you just let me go?”
She didn’t say anything, moving closer to him and running a hand through his long, silky hair.
“It’s been awhile since you’ve had a haircut hasn’t it?” She purred, smirking menacingly. “How about I just give you a trim?”
He gulped, his eyes widening in fear. “Please… you can’t do this….” he whimpers.
“Oh, but you could? Since, I do recall, I was in your exact position when you did it to me!” She said, sounding quite fed up with him. “I’m tired of your bullshit, Daniel. It ends now. Who knows, maybe you’ll even like your short hair.”
He shakes his head violently, trying to pull away from her. “N-no!” He frantically tries to remove the ropes binding him to the chair, all to no avail. He had no choice but to submit to her at this point.
She smiled, pleased that he’d stopped thrashing. “Alright, now that you’ve seemingly accepted your fate, let’s get started now, shall we?”
He shook his head again, his eyes still extremely wide. His breaths were short, and he was strangely quiet.
She couldn’t help but giggle. “Who knew you’d be so upset about your dumb hair anyways?”
The girl grabbed a cape, fastening it around his neck and pulling his hair out from underneath it. He shuddered, knowing what was to come.
She grabbed a pair of scissors and a comb from the pocket of the apron, beginning to section off and comb through his locks. She picked up a section of hair from the base of his neck, positioning the scissors around it about two inches away from his head. His lip trembled as he tried to hold back tears, the scissors biting into his hair— which he treasured so much.
The girl continued to hack away at the back of his head, long strands fluttering to the floor. Daniel couldn’t hold back tears anymore, letting them fall from his tired eyes. “Please… stop…” he cried out softly.
She shook her head, continuing her ministrations. “As much as it pains me to do this to you, you have to learn a lesson. This seemed like the only suitable way,” she stated flatly.
He tried to dry his tears as she moved over to the side of his head, beginning to cut around his reddened ears. More hair fell to the floor, beginning to form small piles around the brunette. She did this on both sides of his head, attempting to even it out as much as possible. He looked at her, his eyes still pleading. She pretended not to notice, moving to the front. “You’re lucky I’m even leaving you any hair on your head pretty boy. You’ve got it good.”
He bit his lip, eyes diverting towards the floor.
She continued to cut, creating a sort of fringe in the front that still obscured his left eye. The male seemed to be relaxing a little, until she walked away and he heard a faint buzzing noise start up. His stomach dropped. He knew that noise anywhere. “No… no please… don’t use clippers…”
She let out a menacing giggle, moving towards him. “I’m sorry.”
He tried to pull away from the buzzing sound, but he was still tightly tied to the chair. He wasn’t going anywhere.
“Don’t worry, I have a guard on them,” she says, pressing them to the back of his neck and pushing them up his head. He shuddered as he felt more hair being removed. She used the clippers all around the back and sides, only leaving the front part longer.
“Are you… are you done..?” He asks, tears beginning to stream down his face again.
She takes a few steps around him, surveying her work. “It should be shorter honestly…” she mumbles.
She moves in front of him again, hacking away once again at the fringe. She took another inch or two off, before standing back again to check how it looked.
“Alright yeah, it looks fine.” She crossed her arms, smirking. “Want to see your new look, pretty boy?”
His face is flushed dark red with embarrassment, tears still streaming down his cheeks. He shakes his head violently.
“Does it look like I care whether you want to or not? I’m showing you anyways,” she snaps at him, making him flinch a little. The girl pushes a covered full-length mirror in front of him, before pulling away the cover and revealing his reflection.
He hardly even recognizes himself, gazing at his reflection as if it were a stranger. He admits to himself that it doesn’t look that horrible, but he still can’t help but continue to cry as he sees his hair. He hates how short it is, and begins dreading how long it would take to grow it back to its original length. It’d probably be years.
“What can I say, Daniel?” The girl smirks, “it’s only Karma.”