Sapphox found herself in the back of a parked limousine when her mind started to return. The heroine’s memories were as frizzy as a bad hair day, but she knew that she’d been captured by the Seductress. Sapphox couldn’t remember how deeply the villainess had conditioned her, or how many days had passed under the tutelage of the Seductress’s hairbrush. Her only clear memory was of the Seductress brushing her massive mane of superpowered hair into compliance, the brushstrokes slow, steady, and sensuous.

The tight braid that ran down her back felt like a straightjacket on Sapphox’s mind. So long as her super-powered hair remained in Seductress’s shape, she knew she wouldn’t be able to get out of this car, or even signal for help to anyone passing by on the bright, sunny day. The braid held her tighter than any cuffs, muzzled her as harshly as any gag.

With no other choice, Sapphox concentrated on her hands. Taking the braid between trembling fingers, the heroine started to unweave the pattern. She hated manipulating her graceful tresses with her clumsy fingers, but the situation left her no choice.

She tugged and pulled and smoothed, but still the braid seemed as tight as ever. The more frantically she picked at it, the tighter it seemed to become. No sooner had Sapphox unwound two plaits of auburn hair than she found one of her fingers helplessly bound in two other locks. Sweat ran down her face as she panted with the effort of unweaving.

By the time Seductress slipped into the front seat, Sapphox’s hands and arms were trapped within her crimson braids. Her eyes stared forward, seeing nothing. Her jaw hung slack.

“It seems I should not have left you alone so long, Sapphox,” Seductress said. “Whatever happened to you?”

“I tried to free my hair from its braid,” the heroine replied, her voice soft and toneless.

“Really? How did that go?”

“I failed. I’m bound more tightly than ever.”

“Failures happen. What is important is what we learn from it. What is the lesson here?”

Sapphox’s eye twitched once and went still. “I … I don’t know.”

“The lesson is that even when you think you want to be free, you actually want to obey me. That’s why you captured yourself. Isn’t that right?”

Sapphox swallowed. “Yes, Mistress Seductress.”

“Good girl. You’re almost ready for the next step.”

–A sequel of sorts to Braided.

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