Chapter 3 - The Pain

It was many hours later, and the girls would have regained some stamina. It was then, would the master enter the room, his eyes fierce and angry.
Each one ball gagged tightly, so they would only communicate with terrified looks. 
They had spent a few hours sleeping uncomfortably, but the sudden awakening caused their veins to pump with adrenaline.
He would grab Laura by the throat, suffocating her till her eyes rolled back. A heavy blackness rolling over her before he would let her go, watching her limp body crumble to the floor. "Useless bitches.." He would growl, digging into his pockets and pulling out a pair of blunt scissors.

His angry hues would look to Elizabeth, Looking at her long, scruffy hair. She would look back terrified, knowing fully well what he was thinking, and squirms some. She loved her long her, it was her pride and joy. 
The master would step up to her, snipping the scissors noisily. 

Poor Elizabeth could do nothing other than cower in her own skin, her jaw clenching and grinding against the firm ball gag. The muscular man took her hair by the scalp, and lined the scissors to her hair, much to the disgusts of all three girls...
He took many ferocious snips of the thick hair, close to the roots. Making it all stand on an uneven end. He let the hair fall over Elizabeths' naked body, letting it itch and tickle her sensitive skin. 

And it wasn't over yet, the master had more evil plans to slowly abuse the girls. 
He withdrew a pouch, and inside the pouch were many cannula needles, To which at this point Gwen was beginning to feel very un easy. A cold sweat kissed Gwens' skin, letting small salty beads of sweat trickle down her body. 