Hair. Part 2 The clock struck 12 and a shiver ran down my spine. Daphne had gone for a dinner party, and Delois was sleeping upstairs. It was time. My feet was welcomed by the cold marble. Daphne was as rich as the queen, but still left the floor bare and clothe-less. I turned to the stairs and took a deep breath. The wooden steps would cry with pain each step I took. It felt like years till I reached her room. My adrenaline filled nerves caused me to open the wrong doors. "You know this house better than anyone, don't make a mistake. Not now," I would scold myself. Ah, finally, her room. I opened the door and was welcomed by her sleep. Her hair was so long it would spill of the bed. Mmm, it was so beautiful. Soon it would be mine. And then I started. I shot her with an animal tranquilliser, just so I wouldn't be surprised by her waking anytime soon. I picked her light body and tied her to a chair, making sure the thick rope would hug her body. I made sure she wouldn't be asleep for long. I wouldn't want her to miss out on all the fun, now would I? "Hmm?" She mumbled with confusion. "Glad your awake darling, just in time for your haircut." I say, making sure I sound as cold as the night. I tape her mouth shut, and begin to pluck her hair one by one. I took a knife and started to slice of pieces of her scalp. My little trophies. Blood trickles down to her eyes, and mixed with her salty tears, making it burn even more. Her pain was my joy. I think I found a new hobby.