"Hey baby, thanks for driving me all the way to Seattle," Kim smiled at Jared as she got out of the car, "Even though it's just for a haircut."
"Kimmy, how many times do I have to tell you, I'll do anything for you," Jared said.
" 'Kay, I'll call you later to come pick me up."
"Sure thing Kimmy."
Kim leaned into Jared's window and gave him a quick kiss before backing away and watching him pull away and drive off to go god-knows-what until her hair is done. She quickly walked into the salon and waited for the attendant to take notice of her. Kim watched the stylist as she walked around the floor, her skintight leather suit covered in a smock with the business name embroidered on the front, making squeaky noises. It took all Kim had to not laugh at the sounds coming from the lady.
The stylist finally took notice of Kim and politely asked her to take the swivel chair closest the cash register, and that she'd be with her shortly. Kim sat in the swivel chair and turned so she was facing the large mirror, she noticed she was the only patron in the salon, and that the attendant she saw earlier was the only one working.
"Quiet day..." she whispered.
"Okay, I'm back," the attendant returned with a squirt bottle and a new rag and began to wrap Kim in a smock to prevent hair from falling into her clothes, "All right, so what would like?"
"I was wondering if you could just give me an A-line cut, and layer it a bit," Kim was pulling at her hair a bit, a nervous habit of hers.
"Okay, so let's say we cut it to about here," the stylist (whose name Kim could now see was Krystal) gestured with her hands to an invisible line at Kim's shoulders, "and we'll do choppy layers throughout the rest."
"Sounds great!" Kim smiled.
"Okay," Krystal began to spray Kim's hair with the squirt bottle she brought from the back and she accidentally sprayed some into Kim's face. "Oh! I'm sorry, here let me clean that up real quick," she began to wipe at Kim's face with the rag she brought out as well, but then suddenly forced it against Kim's mouth, "Calm down, and Breathe. Breathe. Breathe."
Kim was freaking out, flailing her arms and legs about, trying to pry Krystal's hand off of her face but she began to slowly feel sleepy. She battled with herself to keep her eyes open but was losing horribly. Her arms stopped responding and they fell limp, soon followed my Kim's head.
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Jared went to a nearby clothing store to buy some new jeans, phasing had him ripping through them every now and then, and shorts. An hour after he had dropped off Kim, he figured she should be done or nearly done, phone call or not. He pulled up to the salon a few minutes later. At least what he thought was the salon. The lights had been shut off, and the curtains drawn. Kim was nowhere to be seen.
He tried calling her phone a few times but it kept going to voicemail. He left frantic messages about not knowing where she was and to call him back as soon as possible, he began to pace around the building 'till he caught wind of Kim's scent coming from behind it. He went to the back of the building and found a piece of the pink blouse she had been wearing caught in between the door. He began to shake as he looked around wondering where she could have gone.
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Kim began to awaken, shaking her head to try and shake away the left over fogginess in her mind. She tried to bring her hand up to rub her eyes but found it was tied down to arm of large recliner. She tried to move her legs, but found they too were tied down. That's when she noticed that she was nearly naked, wearing nothing but her underwear. She tried to scream but nothing came out instead she was only able to whimper past ball gag that was tied around her head. Kim started to cry in fear then, not being able to see the dozens of men watching behind panes of one-way mirrors.
She thrashed around in her restraints only to feel the ropes she was bound with dig into her skin, causing her to cry in pain as the blood slowly seeped out of her and onto the chair.