Only six of the fifteen feet of hair had been cut off, so her hair still reached well past the floor, not enough to make her unrecognizable.

But that was six feet of hair! It wasn't as if she could grow it back in a matter of a few years.

Dallen didn't see how she could miss it that much, but it did give him a taste of how she would react when the rest of her hair was cut.

She loathed him with her whole being. Somehow, she would have to get out, with all the rest of her hair intact.

Knowing he wouldn't want to be there when her hair was cut short, he sent some of his men inearly the next morning to do the job.

She was still asleep when the men came in to cut her hair. They gave her a sedative, just to make sure she wouldn't wake up, and started snipping away.

She woke up shivering, she hadn't noticed how cold it was in that room until now.

Wait, why wasn't her hair there creating a blanket?

She clenched her eyes shut, tears leaking out of their corners.

"Please let it be a nightmare, please let it be a nightmare." She repeated to herself whispering.

"Ya know you're gonna have to open you're eyes sometime." She heard His voice over the intercom.

"No! Please don't let this be happening! Please!" She didn't know who she was talking to, a miracle worker she hoped.

Six Months Later

"This is humiliating." She said, coming back from getting beat, again.

"You're doing great! You've almost established yourself as the weakest." He said cheerfully.

"You know, that, after you being the one who's beaten me, is uncalled for." She said, trying to pretend the bruises she'd just received were nothing.

He smiled cheekily, "Yup!"

She couldn't help but melt a little at that.

She was frustrated she couldn't show her full strength without her identity as a spy being discovered. Instead, she had to suffer getting beaten up while she pretended to be defending herself, every day.

That night, in her cell, she cried herself to sleep, like she had done every night since her hair was cut.