The Crazy Tyrant Wants To Kill Me(EDITING)

39 - Cedric And Theo To The Rescue

Ugh, I thought disgustedly at the thought of Jason brushing my hair.

My sister and I had been taken out of the basement. Jason had left us alone(but our hands and feet tied, of course. He couldn't afford to lose another 'Beautiful Lady', he had said).

The room was lined in mirrors, shelves of makeup and jewelry. Closets filled with flimsy and seductive clothing.

"What is this for?" I questioned Julia.

"Jason loves dressing him victims up like dolls."

What? Like dolls? Did this man have any respect for us?

 Julia had to spend everyday experiencing this five years ago?

Creak...

Jason pushed the door to the room open, stepping in, a grin stretched across his face.

My mouth went dry with fear as he stepped closer to us.

Jason took a handful of Julia's hair, holding it to his nose and inhaling deeply. Julia shuddered.

"Are you afraid of me, hmm?" Jason tilted his . Julia shook her head, but I saw her hands trembling.

"Excellent! Now, we shall move on, shall we?" 

"Kayla," Jason called Julia's 'name' and said, "Shia and your hair are all the same. Same length, same color, so boring. I shall give you a haircut!"

I gritted my teeth when he called us our fake names.

Jason took a pair of scissors from a drawer and began snipping at Julia's hair. Julia stared at the reflection of herself in the mirror, looking horrified as her hair got shorter and shorter.

The pile of hair on the floor grew and grew. I felt my hands freeze. When was he going to stop? He won't make my sister bald, will he?!

When Julia's hair reached shoulder length, he stopped and put the pair of scissors away. "There! Now, next is your bangs...."

***

A few minutes later, Julia's long pink hair was now shoulder length and bangs were short and curly because of the hair curler.

"Perfect!" Jason looked proud of himself.

Julia stared at the reflection of her hair in the mirror, eyes wide.

"Now, your hair needs some trimming and then Ta-Da, it will be amazing," Jason said proudly, throwing his arms in the air.

I clenched my teeth.

Suddenly Jason turned to me and gave me a sad face. "My poor Shia, watching her sister getting a wonderful haircut while she gets nothing." Jason said it in a voice like he was talking to a cute little dog.

I wanted to vomit. Or scream in anger. Or burst into tears and leave all this kidnapping stuff all behind me.

"I'll get you some water to drink, Shia," Jason said and stood up. He blinked slowly at Julia, which meant flirting, before leaving the room to get water for me.

I felt like there was something stuck in my throat before, making me unable to talk, but as soon as he disappeared, I felt like it was gone.

Julia suddenly took a pair of scissors and began sniping off her hair, making it an inch shorter from shoulder length.

"What are you doing?" I asked, surprised.