One day while returning from school she was walking down a lane which was unusually empty for that time of the day. But since it was her regular route, Mrs. Macy did not suspect anything unusual. But suddenly an black van slowed down near her. The windows were tinted black. A man in a black sweater and black pants wearing a black ski mask jumped out of the rear sliding door and pulled Mrs. Macy in. He swiftly covered her mouth with choloroform rag.
When Mrs. Macy woke up she found herself in a vacant warehouse tied to a chair. She tried to scream and run but her lips were shut tight with a duct tape.
"Oh so you are awake" said a deep voice from a distance. He emerged from the the darkness and set up a camera in front of her.
It was only when the kidnappers contacted Mrs. Macy's husband he realised that she had gone missing.
"One simple way to get you wife back. Give us $1 million in cash and take her away."
"But...but...I don't have that kind of cash lying around." Stuttered Mrs. Macy's husband.
"Then kiss your wife good bye. Every hour you delay, your wife will lose her hair." He said and disconnected the line.
Tears rolled down Mrs. Macy's eyes as she sat helpless tied to the chair.
A beep of a digital watch marked the passage of an hour. There was no sign of Mrs. Macy's husband nor the money. The kidnapper came close to her dragging a very old table. The table hosted a pair of scissors and clippers. The kidnapper switched on the camera ones again. He picked up the scissors. Went behind Mrs. Macy and opened her bun. Her hair cascaded down like a waterfa. He held her hair near her shoulders blades and chopped them of in one snip. Showed the hair to the camera. And dropped them on the floor. And like that in one snip Mrs. Macy's hair was reduced to the mid of her back.
Another our passed by as the watch beeped. There was no sign of Mrs. Macy's husband. The kidnapper grabbed the scissors once again. Switched on the camera to give Mrs. Macy's husband a live feed. He showed no mercy as he chopped her hair near her nape. He did not even bother to maintain a straight line. Mrs. Macy's hair were in a jagged bob barely reaching her shoulders. No screaming helped Mrs. Macy as she remained helplessly tied to the chair.
Mrs. Macy was really hoping her husband would show up. She was praying. Begging. But there was no sign of him as another hour passed by. This time the kidnapper picked up the clippers as he switched on the camera. He stood behind Mrs. Macy and flipped the clippers on. The humming of the clippers muffled as he dug them into Mrs. Macy's thick hair right in her partition. One pass of the clippers left a straight bald line right at the center of Mrs. Macy's head as her hair fell on her shoulder and lap. Another pass. Another bald patch. A tear escaped Mrs. Macy's eye and trickled down her cheek. The kidnapper was showing no mercy. He made quick long pass. The heavy duty clippers were doing the needful showing no resistance to Mrs. Macy's thick hair. After the top of her head the kidnapper kept the same motion as he shaved Mrs. Macy's sides. He folded her left ear and in two passes shaved her left side clean. Doing the same to the right the kidnapper moved to her back as he could hear the police sirens wailing in distance. He started shaving her hair even faster. In three quick passes he shaved the back of her head. As the last lock of her hair hit the floor the kidnappers heard the police breaking down the jammed door. They needed to make a quick escape and got into their get away car and disappeared in thick smoke left by the car.
The kidnappers did not get the money but got the pleasure to shave Mrs. Macy's hair.
