Shear Sins: Haircut as Forced Atonement

The sister's revenge is swift and precise, each snip of the scissors echoing like a gunshot in the tense room. She starts at the nape, working her way up, revealing the girl's vulnerable skin and sending chopped hair cascading down her shoulders. The girl's breath hitches as her sister grabs a chunk from the front, pulling taut as she cuts, the cool blade brushing her scalp. The sister's eyes gleam with satisfaction, her dominance complete as she surveys the girl's newly shorn locks, a stark reminder of her misdeed.

• fetish
• haircut

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