Michaela's Massacre!

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Michaela fell on her bottom to the grass behind the bushes. Her blonde locks spread about her as her purse fell from her shoulder to her elbow. Laughing, Stella plopped herself on Michaela's lap all the while sneaking her arm into Michaela's purse strap. Stella lifted her arm to hold Michaela's blonde hair at her jaw bone. Michaela instinctively held Stella's elbow with one hand and put her other arm around her back.

"Stella, what are you doing?" worried Michaela.

"Wondering." gleamed Stella.

"Wondering about what?" worried Michaela.

"Wondering when the last time your hair was cut short!" laughed Stella.

"Never." replied Michaela.

"Well, now is a good time for it to happen for the first time." beamed Stella.

Stella produced shears from her own black purse. Michaela was trapped under Stella and couldn't escape. Stella, with the hold on Michaela's hair, took the shears and whacked Michaela at the jaw. As her hair was shorn for the first time, Michaela stopped trying to free herself from Stella's bondage. While she held a shorn length of Michaela's once magnificent blonde tresses, Stella took some from the other side before working the shears behind tortured and trapped Michaela's head, each time adding the shorn hair to her other hand. As Stella stood, Michaela's purse was on her elbow and Michaela's hair was in her fist. Michaela stared forward in shock as Stella left with her trophies.