Tylorie

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She woke up with hair in her mouth, she tried to reach up to move it, but hair was tying her hands down too.........

She was wrapped up cocoon style, in her hair that was hanging from a beam of the ceiling of a large empty room...............

She had hair about fifteen feet long. Most people would say it was blonde, but it was really a deep gold with hints of red throughout it, almost the color of fire, a rich fire.............................

"Now, if you want to get out of this, mess," he said, motioning to her hair. "just say the word, I'll be happy to cut you down." he finished with a smirk...............................

Nothing was more precious to her than her hair.....................

She glared at his retreating back, not able to come up with all the nasty things she wanted to call him...
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A "Retired" spy, an escapee of a Dangerous Prison, and lots of fights to get in.