That bitch Shelly Ambrose then stepped up…a few months ago she was in a prison dress just like us, and now she’s wearing a fancy guard’s uniform. She roughly brushed Cory’s long hair out one more time, the gathered it in a long pony tail and put a rubber band around it. “Some poor girl who has lost her hair to cancer will have a new wig." She snapped, as she cut off the pony tail and placed it in a bag.
Then she picked up the clippers. A big set of black Wahl ones. She turned it on, and the buzz was loud and annoying. She quickly ran the clippers over my Cory’s head, and what remained of her beautiful red hair fell to the floor. She tried to look tough, hard and stoic in the chair, but I could tell she was upset. Hell, tears ran down my cheeks as Ambrose clipped her!
Then Ambrose rubbed shaving cream all over the stubble on Cory’s head, and stropped her straight razor on the heavy, massive leather strap hanging from the restraint chair. Ambrose whispered something in Cory’s ear, which made her face turn to a look of sheer terror! Then Ambrose methodically shaved her scalp totally bald. Tears were visible now on Cory’s face, but they were washed away when Ambrose poured a bucket of water on her head to rinse away the shaving cream.
Finally, Ambrose rubbed a lotion on Cory’s head, which made her howl. Apparently it really stung or burned! “This is a growth retardant so I don’t have to fool with head-shaving this foul bitch any more than I have to!" Ambrose barked.
Then the guards let Cory out of the chair and chained her back up. “Take a good luck at your “leader" now, convicts….because none of you will see her again for at least five years. Take her to max!" Kelly said sternly.
I could hardly stand it, seeing my broken and bald baby being led away in shackles! I was sure glad I was eligible for medium security when they got to me!
