Next, she took the shears and cut the rest of the hair on my scalp to about an inch long….all of which I could plainly see in the mirror in front of me!
“Oh, by the way, sometime over the next several months" she whispered to me, “I’m going to have a private little meeting with you and Cory during one of your monthly “counseling sessions." She lifted the end of the massive razor strap hanging from the chair and said “Your bare behind and “Black Mariah" here are going to become well-acquainted….a little private “payback with old school prison justice session." I shuddered, because I knew she was crazy enough to do it and would hurt like hell. And she could get away with it!
Finally, she picked up the large black Wahl hair clippers, and turned them on. They were very loud…at least twice as loud as normal clippers. I noticed there was a large washer screwed to the body of the clippers over the motor that vibrated and amplified the noise considerably….obviously for psychological affect. It worked.
She moved the clippers close to my head, and I was deafened by the loud noise…"
I felt the cold steel being roughly dragged across me scalp, and felt the last remnants of my crowning glory…..my beautiful blonde hair…..fall on my shoulders, then to the floor.
I looked out to the audience of other cons, and saw some of the very women Cory and I used to abuse and rip off in black market prison deals smiling, smirking and/or snickering. I was so full of emotion….I had never experienced such rage in my life, being strapped in a chair with my neck restrained, unable to move….and being sheared like a prized sheep! At the same time, I never felt so humiliated and embarrassed in my life.
Then I glanced in the mirror. I might as well had been shaved totally bald. With my light hair, and Ambrose clipping me right to the scalp, I could barely make out a stubble! I never felt so UGLY in my life either!
I was unrestrained from the chair, brushed off with a whisk broom, and ordered to stand up. Two guards quickly locked me back up in transport chains.
“Guards, escort our Swedish glamour queen to the License Plate factory! She will gain invaluable work experience there!" Kelly barked.
