EVELYN'S POV
I'm strapped to a chair, my hands held in place as well as my feet.
"This won't take long; besides, what sides do you wish for?." The question was asked again, throwing me into a daze. I could barely think straight on hearing those words. A brighter light flashed, blinding my eye sight as I felt a scissors trim at the edge of my hair, some others falling against my skin, powders, lipstick perfume, pedicures, manicures- all my life, every inch of my body being polished.
I really couldn't understand any of it. I kept my lips sealed, worried that I might ruin whatever it was that they had been doing. Besides, I didn't want to flinch a bit because of the hard work that was put into trimming my hair; one wrong move and I'd have one side longer than the other all through,
