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In the dimly lit, private room, she begins her work, her voice a low, commanding purr. The razor glides across his scalp, the cold steel a stark contrast to the warmth of his skin. She runs her fingers through his remaining hair, tugging sharply, making him wince. His eyes meet hers in the mirror, and he sees the reflection of his own vulnerability, his fear. She smiles, a cruel twist of her lips, and continues her relentless shave, leaving him totally bald and utterly humiliated.