Devilish Hair Game の小説・ストーリー

I screamed with tears stinging my eyes as I fought hard and undid the rope as I came crashing down on the floor, my face kissing the floor. She yanked me by the hair as fresh blood dripped from my forehead slipping to the floor. “I will ruin you beyond recognition.” she cackles, running her fingers through my hair. It better not be what I'm thinking. “The Alpha is attracted to you and this fancy hair of yours might be the reason so I have to chop it off.” She is evil. My hair was my identity. She can't snatch it away. I won't allow that. “Don’t touch my hair you jealous bitch!” I managed to voice out, my throat dry and hurting like I swallowed rocks.

Even though she had forgotten, her instincts were still present as she played the game. When she entered the game room, there were already a number of people in the team. One by one, she identified each gamer. 'Is everyone here yet? We'll start right away.' Rex wrote. As soon as he said that, a magnificent golden light special effect shone from the sky in the game. A colorful light cascaded from the sky before a male character in golden armor descended from the sky and landed before Hilda. Hilda examined this character, who was wearing a golden armored robe with a long sword hanging on his green silk waistband, the character design was very cool.

Mrs Helen shook her head. “Well, there has to be something! Use her family or friends! Her mind needs to be fucked with! Just do something!” “I have a suggestion,” Sir Henshaw cleared his throat and everyone turned to face him. “If we can get a huge party of her hair and use black magic on it, then we can penetrate her even more. Let her punishment be the fact that her hair gets cut or she gets suspended,” Everyone began to nod at the idea and I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. I knew how powerful the hair of a wolfgod is. Daphne doesn't realize the power it carries or she would have used it to her advantage.

She thrust the lock of hair toward my face. "This is Alpha hair. You’ve been using it to bind him. You’re a witch, Darius. You’ve used dark charms to cloud Kael’s judgment and force him to look at a dog like you.” She stared at me with disgust. What the hell was she talking about? And how the hell did she even get them from my room? I felt a hysterical laugh bubble up in my chest. A witch? The idea was so absurd that for a second, I thought she was joking.

"Oh dear, that will never do. I don't want that mess covering my cumdumpster's cunt." Using his power, he caused every hair below her eyes to fall off her body. She would no longer have arm hair or leg hair. Never have to worry about any hormonal hair over her lip or on her chin. All the fine hair on and around her ass and pussy all fell to the ground. "Mom, sweep up all this hair please while I finish showing Mrs. James how much of a cumdumpster she is for me.

They went to a upscale hair salon called The Hair Company. Bradley did all the talking while she sat in the salon chair pretending the way they discussed her like she wasn't there didn’t bother her. An hour later, Elayna’s locks were no longer above the shoulder or blonde. Her hair was back to the long, raven black locks that curled slightly at the ends. In the end she was back to wearing her red lipstick and fake eyelashes. He was changing her back to his ‘perfect’ toy.

A discernible moment of reflection elapses and… “Horrible things.” She mutters as they both stare into space. She doesn't want to go back to those moments or think about it more than she already does. She shuffles his hair playfully and he giggles, exposing a beautiful pair of dimples that she innately thinks is worth envying. “You know I will do anything for you right?” Christian smiles on her words before nodding, not once questioning himself she meant it. He believes her. “Come on, I need to show you my video games. They are super cool and trust me, you will love them.” Laurel jumps to her feet, matching Christian's eagerness as they both walk out the room with Christian pulling her hand,

Dante taunts, his laugh dark, delicious, maddening. His hand tangles in my hair, yanking my head back so I’m forced to meet his gaze. “She’s bad, this one,” he says, loud enough for everyone to hear. “Dirty. She wanted all of you to see her like this, being punished and fucked for her little games.”

I whispered to myself as I waited impatiently for his call, asking me for directions or asking me to come out but I got no call. Then he finally walked in, an hour later, and the moment I set my eyes on him, I nearly forgot how to breathe. Six-foot-three, wide sculpted shoulders in a fitted black coat. A black shirt unbuttoned just low enough to reveal the ink running down his bronze skin, his jaw was sharp, his nose straight, his cheekbones high and cruelly perfect. Midnight black hair, just long enough to fall into his piercing, cold grey eyes, the kind of eyes that stripped souls, not just clothes.

Not nearly enough to bring me down. Darrius straightened, holding up the spiked knuckles with theatrical pride. “Oh, this? I added some little extras. A drug cocktail to weaken your system.” He tilted his head, mock-curious. “Is it kicking in now?” I gnashed my teeth, sweat beading on my forehead. My face burned, veins bulging at my temples and neck. Vision blurred at the edges. He watched me struggle and laughed again, louder this time. “Damn, it took longer than I expected. Guess it’s because you’re a powerful…” He paused for effect, then burst into hard, mocking laughter. “Alpha? Powerful, my ass.”