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36 EPISODE 4: PART 1- THE DEVIL’S HAIRGROUND
No need for so much anxiety and repulsion. Relaxing, distancing....
“Sister, please!” Bleary eyed, the cry escaped my throat.
It was the woman in blue pants. I could see her just on the edge of my peripheral vision. She seemed to have more faith in the structural integrity of my head than I did. That, or she just didn’t like me. Who was this woman, anyway?
All the other girls wore gold and white uniforms but for this plain-clothed sadist. Every time she started a new braid, I tensed my body. One, two, three, four. She twists a strand of mesh around a piece of hair, my scalp shrieking in agony. She pulls the piece straight out, apparently only able to work at a perpendicular to the plane of my scalp. Then, the tugging begins as she plaits the length of the hair. With all the girls tugging to different beats, I was experiencing a cacophonous musical orchestration, the devil’s percussion section with blue pants commanding a shrill solo.