Darkness. Floating? Where am I? Why can't I see anything? Why can't I feel anything? Am I dead? She ponders these thoughts as she tries to figure out what is going on. The last thing I remember was trying to use the phone to call Marge and get away from Jack. Why did I pass out? DID HE SPIKE MY DRINK?! She tries calming herself down Who's pulling my hair? She feels slight tugging on her hair, accompanied by the sound of scissors. Why is my hair wet? Slowly she forces her eyes to open, not wanting to leave the peaceful darkness that envelopes her, some how knowing terror awaits her on the other side of her eyelids.
Upon opening her eyes, she see's her reflection. No scratches, no bleeding..WHAT THE FUCK?! MY HAIR IS GREEN?! I have GREEN hair?! WHY do I have green hair? As she internally screams, she feels more tugging and hears quiet, inaudible mumbling from behind her, out of sight of her reflection. She tries getting up, wanting to get away from whoever is behind her, only to discover her ankles and wrists are held down by leather straps to the chair.
"Now now, that wouldn't be wise. I have a rather rusty pair of scissors here and I wouldn't want to take off more than you bargained for," He ends with laughter to his own sick joke.
"A little late," She mumbles trying to remind herself her hair is the least of her concerns right now. She looks around the small white room for an exit.
"What are you looking for?" A man with a sick twist on the classic sadistic clown look asks stepping out from behind her.
"A way out," She mumbles as her eyes search around her as well as through the mirror. As she looks in the mirror, she see's the clown's face go from blank to anger quickly. He reaches out quickly and puts the scissors up to her neck. The cold pierces her skin as her heart beat sky rockets.
"You wouldn't want me to slip up with your hair, would you?" He asks into her reflection.
"No," She whispers, seeing that she misjudged her situation greatly.
"What? I didn't hear you," He pushes the cold scissors harder against her throat, "I asked you a question," He hisses in her ear as she begins to shake in fear.
"No," She says louder closing her eyes trying not to let him see her cry.
"No what?" He yells grabbing her now short, green hair and pulling it along with her head.
"No, I don't want you to slip up with my hair," She yells loosing the battle as tears roll down her face.
"Good girl," He takes his hand and scissors away from her and takes a few steps back, as if admiring his work. Nodding his head he steps to the side and grabs a small box.
"Why are you doing this?" She asks getting the courage quickly as her tears dry.
"Oh, I love that question!" He smiles bending so his head is next to hers in the mirror, "But first hold still so I can do your make up," He turns and starts rummaging through the box. Quickly he turns back and stands in front of her, then hits her nose with a large powder puff making her cough as the light powder fills the air quickly, "Now to answer your question, you are going to pull off the biggest bank robbery this town has ever seen, for me!" He begins laughing loudly as he grabs her chin and applies bright red lipstick.
"What makes you think I'll do that for you?" She asks once he is done with the lipstick.
"If you don't I'll kill your family,"
It's her turn to laugh this time, "Sorry, cancer beat you to it," The man stops laughing to look at her. An almost empathetic expression comes to his face, only to be quickly covered by the crazed laughing face once again.
"That's alright, I'll just kill you then. But then again, it's not like you have much of a choice in the matter,"
Not wanting to know any more, she begins again looking for away out, trying her best not to move her head.
"Still looking for an escape?" He asks her standing in front of her, deeming her make over complete, "Can't have that," Quickly he is holding her right eye lids open with his thumb and pointer finger. She quickly closes her left as she hears tape being torn. He tapes her eye open, and with slight struggle repeats with the left, "There, no we can get to the next step," He plunges his hand into his green vest and pulls out a gold pocket watch. He dangels it in front of her face by a long chain.
"You must be joking," She frowns at the watch then up at him.
"Oh no, I'm not. Now," he begins swinging the watch back and forth, "Look at the time,"
Out of habit she glances at the watch as he swings it left to right. Quickly, she finds herself unable to look away, "Listen to the sound of my voice and only my voice. Do not look away from the watch. You are getting sleepy, your body is heavy, so heavy. You are so tired. When I touch your shoulder you are going to fall asleep, but you will still listen to my voice." He touches her lightly on the shoulder. Even though her eyes are held open against her will, she begins to fall into a deep sleep.
