The Man with the Plastic

Six

 "There you go, all finished." Mr.Norman says

" You can open your eyes now" I open my eyes slowly, I look in the mirror and I see a different person.

" W-w-hat did you do to me?"

" Oh I just changed some of your features, like you said people won't know who you are." Mr.Norman says proudly

" Now once you start behaving is when you can go upstairs and get introduced to the family, but of course you can't tell people the truth so I also have to trust you." He starts stroking my hair long, wavy, milk chocolate brown hair while saying

" Now I've been doing some thinking there's just one more thing I need to change and that's your hair. I'm thinking of a nice short bob, and dye it blonde with black roots." I swat his hand

" Don't you dare touch me or my hair" he aggressively spins me around and pins me to the wall, I feel the sharp pain go down my spine I grunt from the pain he looks at me dead in the eyes and says

" You better watch your mouth, the more you speak your mind the longer you'll be down here do you understand me?" I just nod my head

" Good" he lets me go he walks over and pulls up a hair " sit down" " I do what I'm told, he then ties me up, he leaves the room and comes back with hair shears and hair dye. I don't look at him , I just the look at the soft cream carpet. It reminds me of my bedroom, then I hear snap snap snip snap. I see chunks of my milk chocolatey brown hair floats down like a feather flooding the soft creamy carpet , a hot, steaming, salty, wet tear slides down the side of my cheek. He lifts my chin

" Aaww, don't cry sweetheart it's just a little hair cut, think of this is like a free makeover, after all you wanted a change... You said it in your little diary afterall" he then places a towel around my neck I feel the wet cream hit my scalp, the faint smell of the cream hiam reaks, the smell my noses tickling my nostril hairs

"Pp-p-please s-stop" I stutter.

He then smirks and leans over toward my ear and whispers in a low monotone responds with a creepy voice

" Oh sweetie, you already know the answer to that" the word sweetie gives me a long chill down my spine. At that moment I realized that it'll be a long time until I can see the world again but. I have a plan, I'll play Norman's sick game of cat and mouse. The only difference is that I'm the cat and he's the mouse.