It had been a week since the incident occurred. Michael was still extremely distraught, with Henrietta being the only one there to comfort him. Michael stayed in his room and went through his old box of photos, crying.
"It's all my fault! I wasn't there to protect her. I broke my promise to her," he said through his tears. Henrietta ran her hand through Michael's curls, trying to comfort him.
"No, none of this is your fault. You did everything you could," she said while petting him. Michael sniffled and looked over at Henrietta, hiding a light blush.
"Henrietta, I need you to promise me something," he said, calming down.
"And what would that be, Michael?" she responded. Michael looked into Henrietta's eyes.
"Promise never to leave me & to always stay by my side," he said to her as the blush on his cheeks darkened. Henrietta gasped, shocked.
"But what about my family?" she asked him, beginning to worry. Michael sighed.
"You can go home to them at night, but you need to stay with me the rest of the time," he responded. Henrietta sighed, eventually giving in.
"Okay, fine. I'll stay," she finally responded. Michael smiled, satisfied.
"Good. Now, get this hair fixed up," he said to her, taking her pigtails out. Henrietta looked at him, confused.
"What's wrong with my hair?" she asked him. Michael looked over at her and smirked.
"I've gotta claim you somehow, love," he responded.
Henrietta was still confused by what Michael meant, but she stayed still, not wanting to upset him. After a little bit of struggling, he was able to remove the pigtails from Henrietta's hair. Henrietta whimpered & looked at Michael, feeling hurt.
"Michael, I love my pigtails! Why did you take them out?" she asked him. Michael rolled his eyes, smirking.
"You'll see why," he replied. Henrietta closed her eyes, worried. Michael looked over at her one final time before leaving his room & going into his mother's room.
"Momma, are you in here?" he asked calmly. His mom looked over at him and sighed.
"Yeah, I'm here," she responded. Michael walked over to her, smiling.
"By any chance, do you have any black hair dye?" he asked her. His mom looked at him, shocked.
"Michael, why do you need it?" she replied.
"I want to dye Henrietta's hair black, and I want her to dye mine," he responded. His mom sighed, giving the basket with the hair supplies to Michael.
"Son, please be careful with that stuff," she said. Michael gave a quick nod.
After that, he left her room, heading back towards his own. Henrietta saw what he was holding and quickly hid under Michael's blanket. Michael put the basket of hair supplies on his nightstand. He then walked over to his bed & pulled the blanket off Henrietta.
"Come on, Henrietta," he said to her in a sweet voice. Henrietta shook her head.
"I don't want my hair dyed! I like it the way it is!" she screamed at him. Tears started to form in her eyes. Michael sighed and picked up a hairbrush.
"Can I at least brush it?" he asked, annoyed. Henrietta whimpered but sat up.
"Okay, fine. Just be gentle," she responded. Michael nodded and brushed her hair. After he finished, he put the brush back in the basket.
"Henrietta, why don't you want colors in your hair? Do you know how adorable you would look with black hair?" he asked her. Tears came to Henrietta's eyes again.
"My blonde hair is the only thing I like about me," she said through tears.
However, that response did not please Michael. Michael grabbed Henrietta by the waist, smirking. Henrietta looked into his eyes, horrified.
"Henrietta, give me a chance to make you the most beautiful girl in the world. You wouldn't want me to be sad, right?" he said to her in a sly voice. Henrietta gulped.
"N-no, Michael. I wouldn't want to do that," she said quietly, still scared. Michael nodded, still smirking at her.
"Okay. Let me dye your hair so I can accomplish that," he replied, still using his sly tone. Henrietta sighed, giving in to her fear.
"G-go ahead," she responded, still fearing for her life. Michael wrapped a dark blue blanket around Henrietta. He then grabbed the container of black hair dye and put it in a bowl. Michael then looked over at Henrietta, placing a dye brush into the bowl.
"I'm going to need you to hold very still now," he said to her.
Henrietta nodded and stayed as still as she possibly could. He flicked the brush around in the bowl and then started to apply the dye to his new girlfriend's hair. Henrietta sat there and even began to purr a little bit. She never knew getting her hair dyed would feel so lovely. The cold dye that Michael was putting on her hair and scalp made her feel relaxed. After what didn't seem like very long, he finished applying the hair dye to her hair.
"While this processes in your hair, you can dye mine, okay?" he said to her.
Worried about upsetting him, she reluctantly agreed. She got up from the chair and allowed Michael to sit down in it. Once he got comfortable, she did the same thing to his hair that he did to hers. Once she finished, she stepped back, admiring her work. Michael looked over at his clock and then back at Henrietta.
"Follow me," he ordered her, walking towards the bathroom.
Henrietta followed him, confused. When they got to the bathroom, Michael walked over to the sink and forcefully pushed Henrietta's head under the faucet. Henrietta gasped, worried.
"What are you doing?" she asked, worried.
"Keep your mouth and eyes shut," he said to her. Henrietta obeyed, going quiet and shutting her eyes as tightly as possible.
Michael turned on the cold water and let it run over Henrietta's hair. He grabbed the shampoo and started scrubbing her head and gently tugging on her hair, trying to wash all of the extra dye out. Henrietta started to whimper but quickly shut back up after remembering Michael's words. After Michael was sure he got all of the soap and dye out, he turned the water off, much to Henrietta's relief. Michael handed her a towel & she dried off her hair to the best of her ability.
"My turn," he said to her, leaning his head over the sink and closing his eyes. Henrietta sighed.
"Okay, if you're sure," she responded, turning on the water and washing his hair. But instead of whimpers, Michael started purring.
Henrietta smiled and finished washing his hair. When she turned the water off, he sat up and snatched the towel, drying off his hair. Once they finished up, they went back into Michael's room and Michael grabbed a long, black dress from his closet and put it on Henrietta. He also grabbed a black jacket and white shirt for himself. He put the new clothes on and looked over at Henrietta, blushing.
"Now we're both beautiful. You're still missing something though," he said to her, pushing Henrietta near a chair.
Henrietta looked at him, confused. Michael sat her down and started to put makeup on her. First the eyeliner, then the mascara, and then the purple lipstick. When he finally finished, he turned the chair towards the mirror. Henrietta looked at her reflection, shocked.
"Michael, this isn't me," she responded.
"It is now, my precious goth girlfriend," he responded with a smirk.
Unfortunately for Henrietta, this was only the beginning of Michael's protective and controlling wrath.
