Humiliation

I let out a scream as the electricity made contact with my skin. I'd been tasered before, and i hurt like hell, but this, this was much worse. I'd say the experience was like getting stung by a jellyfish, but I've never encountered one before in my life. Not in the ocean, nor at an aquarium. I've never been to an aquarium anyway though.

But getting back to the pain, it was horrible. My eyes were jumping out of their sockets, but my jaw had gone numb, allowing saliva to ooze out. I could feel my heart beating way faster than it should, but I oddly didn't feel like I was going to die.

"Painless, right? Or do you feel pain? Well speak up now," Kyutee taunted as she retracted the taser.

My jaw was still hung open, but senses slowly began to return, only for Kyutee to jab the taser into my head once more. This time, I could feel my hair being sizzled off, leaving a small bald patch right in the center of my hairline. I could also see a poke wound, likely from the initial jab, that had been cauterized, marring my forehead with a small dark red dot.

"Now sweetie, keep that head nice and still, and this will be quick and painless. Move around, and you'll get nasty scars. I don't want that. You have a pretty face, which I want you to keep well into this experiment," Kyutee sneered as she tilted my head back and slowly moved the taser through my hair.

It was like she was shaving my head, except I'd argue this is borderline scalping. But if she means what she said and this experiment of hers has barely even started yet, I'm in trouble.

As I felt the taser reach the back top of my head, Kyutee stopped and tilted my head back before the mirror device. A bald streak now existed in the center of my hair. My senses had long since returned to my jaw, so now I could scowl and properly call out that bitch for her horrible service.

"So madam, like your new cut?" Kyutee mockingly asked.

"No, but I'll take it and leave."

"Too bad, I'm far from done. You still have all this hair left," Kyutee smirked as she ruffled my hair.

This f*cking bitch. She's gonna shave my head bald!

My fears were confirmed as Kyutee began mowing the taser down the right side of my head, incinerating my long crimson locks as she went. Never before in my life have I EVER shaved my head. Pixie is the shortest I've ever gone, and even then, it was a pixie with a lot of hair volume. I did try buzzing the sides and back once, but I hated fuzzy feeling that came with it.

I was never a girly-girl in my youth, but I became more womanly with age, especially after I resolved to reform. I used to think growing out your hair was stupid, I mean, more hair just means more shot to maintain, more shit to wash, more money spent on beauty products, but it's worth it.

Seeing myself with long silky hair made me feel badass, sexy, empowered to strut through town like I owned it, which I will when I become attorney general, with my hair blowing in the wind as all turn to gawk at my splendor. "You're so beautiful, please step on me, queen," are the words I wish to hear from he enamored crowd. Hmm, I recall my husband saying that when we first met. Ah, that's why I married him. He had a six figure salary at a tech company and was willing to become the bitch in the relationship. I do love men that will submit themselves to a woman and know their place as my cobblestone path and simp.

But this bitch came and ruined everything! She poisoned him with that VR and knowing him, he probably put it on and is dead inside some alien's stomach. My daughter's been kidnapped, and who knows what this bitch has planned for her. And finally, that f*cking bitch is shaving my prized hair!

She's not even leaving a trace of hair, as all I'm seeing is skin. No red stubble, no nothing, just shiny skin. I guess just being sheared is better than being scalped, but I still hate it. And a few minutes later, bald. I was f*cking bald.

I now had a surprisingly shiny and not bloody chrome dome, and I hated it. Not a trace of my crimson pride remained, aside from my eyebrows, but worse, my scowling face coupled with it gave me a sleezeball villain look. Do you have any idea how many bald sleezeball CEOs there are in the world!? Dozens, because clearly shaving your head is step one in becoming a sleezeball, step two is the suit, and step three is becoming the CEO and abusing your power to do whatever.

You think I'm stereotyping? Hell yeah I am. I hate bald men! All the bald men I met are corporate sleezeballs, some even have mustaches like big dead Joel, to add to sleeze. But the bald mustachioed bastard I hate the most has got to be Mr. Monopoly. F*ck him! I hate him! I hate his life, I hate his game, I hate his counterfeit bullshit he uses to rob me of my rightful property. F*ck monopolies. Real ones and that shitty board game.

With my hatred of bald men out in the open, some might wonder what my thoughts on bald women are. No real opinion since I've never seen one face-to-face. At least, never seen another woman as bald as I am now, before. Sure, some might doubt my veracity, but sometimes in this big world, you just don't encounter a certain type of person, sometimes for your entire life. Though I guess maybe I saw a bald woman wearing a wig, but if I can't tell they're bald when I see them, my case still stands that I've never encountered a bald woman face-to-face before. At least, before that bitch showed me my bald reflection in the mirror just now.

But now that I'm bald, I suspect this experiment of Kyutee's is truly going to begin. I swear, if she slaps a white mustache on my faces and says, "Do not pass go, do not collect $200", I'll kill her on the spot, regardless of how immobilized I am.

Just when I thought I had everything thought out, Kyutee flicked on the taser once more, but this time, clamped one hand over my mouth as she tilted my head back. "Just gotta clean up, then it's on to the gloop. Now hold still, wouldn't want to poke an eye out."

No, NO! That bitch wouldn't dare!

"MMPN NGH MMPH NGH [DON'T TOUCH MY EYEBROWS]!"

My muffled outburst was a huge mistake. Not only did it boost her sadism and ego, but it also weakened mine. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes as I shut them and felt my eyebrows, the last bastion of my crimson pride, sizzled off by the taser. Kyutee then wiped my tears away with her thumb, telling me not to cry, but only for my sake as she didn't want my eyes getting electrocuted when she sizzled my eyelashes off.

I shivered, or at least I would have if I wasn't completely immobilized. But it didn't matter. I had lost myself, fearfully and submissively allowing that bitch to rob me of my eyelashes as well.

"And NOW you can cry. How ya liking the look!?" Kyutee cackled as she forced me to look in the mirror once more.

I wanted to be furious. Deep down I was, that depriving me of my eyebrows and eyelashes made me look like a freak, but all I could muster were tears and a meek, "What have you done to me!?"

Kyutee had me in her clutches, and worse, my humiliation was far from over.

A small blue robot resembling an octopus then flew over and excreted a silvery-white liquid with high viscosity from it's mouth down onto my head.

"KYAAAH! WHAT THE HELL IS THIS STUFF!" I screamed, my face turning bright red.

"Officially, it's known as bald gel, but most call it bald gloop. It's the finishing touch we use on Leeandra when we shave someone bald. And for some fun facts about our culture, bald heads are a symbol of degradation. You're bald, you're mud to be hurled at the wall. And this gloop is special because it's our planet's equivalent of hot wax and depilatory cream, so it ensure permanent hair removal. It can seep under your clothes without destroying them, an act of merciful dignity in a sense. Now let's continue on with your makeover. I want you completely shaven for the experiment," Kyutee sadistically chuckled.

I'm gonna kill this bitch!