She Never Even Knew My Name

Her hair cascades down her body, golden brown locks coming together in curls at the small of her back. She turns her head and I see her face; her eyes are a deep blue. Like an ocean that swallows me whole. Then she turns around, her back once again facing me. Her tiny body shakes. Whether it is from pure fear, sheer anger, or malnourishment, I don't know. The familiar buzzing sound begins. She holds herself tall and proud as hair falls in sheets to the ground, and winces silently as blood slowly trickles from where the razor nicked her on her scalp. "26031. Follow me."