CHAPTER 68
Her body became paralyzed with terror as he once again brutally grabbed her wrist and began to yank her toward the wardrobe.
"He touched your hair right!" Zayan seethed, brushing the end of her locks as they stood in front of the wall-length mirror.
"But you see, zaffiro, I don't like it when people touch what's mine. I don't want to remember that every time I see your hair, so better get rid of it!"
Amyla shook her head in denial, eyes widening in terror comprehending what he was going to do, but before she could do anything, Zayan pulled out a scissor from the nearby styling box and in an instant trimmed her waist-length to her shoulders.
"No!!!!!!!" She screeched in horror as her beautiful brownish red locks fell around her feet.
"Now, it looks perfect, doesn't it?" Z
