Forced Headshave Novels & Stories

I shake my head, panic starting to rise, “no, that’s not possible, I would know if—” “Calm down, darling,” Henry says and he hugs me in his arms. I shift slightly, wincing at the pain. “They said they’d cut it out of my head.” “They won’t get the chance.” “I just got hit in the head, Henry.” “And you’re still talking,” he replies. “So you’re fine.”

While the Dean watched me suffer from behind shooking his head, couldn’t believe on my decision. “Threw it with force! Don’t be gay!” “Is someone recording this?!” “Hey! This is fun!” I tried to cover my head both of my arms as I receive more and more balls. My body is feeling even more pain that will for sure cause me bruises. I tightly biting my lips when someone threw a ball behind me. It was too massive that it brought me to the floor, they saw an opening in my head. The next thing I know, a ball directly hit my forehead that smashed my head at the floor.

or swoosh and lop the damn thing off. A man had been charging forward next to the person who had a tail sticking through the back of his skull. But instantly froze. Big mistake. The tip of Christopher's tail turned almost as if it were looking at the man himself. Creeped out by the sight and alarmed the man came to a halt. The tail slowly retreated back into the man's head so the tip was no longer visible. CRA - SHTCK! The tail suddenly ripped straight through the side of it's first victim's skull, carving clean through the frozen man's head cutting almost perfectly down the center of his eyes sending the upper half of his brain flying through the air like a frisbee.

I can hear muffled conversation around me, but I can’t make anything out through the blinding pain. My head is whipped back and someone has a firm grip on my hair. My body makes an involuntary noise of agony. I still can’t see anyone, but I can feel several of the tiny baby hairs pulling from my scalp, making my eyes water. Then the unmistakable sound of scissors cutting slowly, deliberately slowly. Snip, snip, snip, snip, before my head falls forward unexpectedly lighter, and freshly cut short, loose strands fall into my eyes and poke at my face. She cut off my hair. What is wrong with her? I’m already beaten to the point of not being recognizable.

Alessandro asked with concern, but I could tell that there was a smile threatening to appear on his face. “Uh yeah. Have you never seen someone kill a mosquito on their face before? Like, get with the program.” I am not going to lie. That slap to my forehead gave me a headache. I winced as I felt a sharp pain in my head. Was I really about to get a tension headache? Great.

"Several news reports have amassed over the last eight months regarding the virtual headset. It has broken all barriers humanity had believed could never be broken, but has some extremely grave consequences. A total of 52 patients have developed psychotic symptoms after extensive use of the headset, and even catalysing brain malfuction and death in one young patient named Park Erin. Park Erin passed away upon turning 20, and post-mortems show extreme levels of plasticity in his brain, as his parts of his somatosensory cortex severely decreased in volume."

Antony stood up, as did Gladwin. "Stay here, Doc. After all, we're all family," Abigail intervened. Eijaz nodded and began to speak. "The impact wasn't too severe, but considering Flavia's pre-existing condition, this can be deemed as serious. She experienced shock to her head. The CT scan results show bleeding in her head. We need to perform surgery on her head immediately. Do you know the procedures?" Eijaz looked at Antony, who nodded in response. "I'll prepare the operating room." Eijaz then left the three of them.

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Grabbing another plate, I threw it at him. I watched as he dodged it with a swift tilt of his head. The plate landed on the kitchen wall and shattered into pieces. I cried bitterly, my tears streaming down my face as I watched him. Frustration consumed me, and without thinking, I grabbed another plate. With all my strength, I hurled it towards him. I expected him to evade it once again, but to my surprise, he stood his ground, his gaze locked on me. In an instant, the plate I had thrown connected with his head. There was a sickening sound as it made contact, leaving a deep, long cut on his forehead.

It's not normal to lose that amount of blood and still be standing. He comes over snapping out of his shock when I snarl, he instantly starts to get to work. He opens up his medical bag he always has and takes a look at her head, she seems to be dazed out at the moment which is strange. He moves her hair once he has gloves on and she doesn't even flinch in pain, her head has a huge cut in, right down to her skull which looks to be cracked. He slowly and carefully moves her hair out of he way and frowns worried, he turns and reaches for his bag to grab something when it happens. Not even I could stop what happened next.