Illusion by LunaRolexLer

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He was tangled. Hair wrapped around his neck and arms like a beast keeping him in place as he lay against Nawara's warm cheek. He could tell she was asleep by her movements, but the little one could do nothing to get her attention. His lay helplessly on the side of her face through the night, listening to each breath she took. Struggling just seemed to tangle him in her hair more, and the tight strands around his neck threatened to cut off his air supply permanently if he moved in the wrong direction.

Hours later she awoke in a groggy daze. When Nawara sat up, Mathew felt his little body fall from her face with her hair. He came to a stop, the hair around his neck tightening like a noose as his wrists and ankles were bound tightly like knots.

"Ugh..." Nawara groaned, lazily making her way toward the bathroom to get herself together.

There was a party going on later. She was excited to go, and was planning on making herself look as pretty as she could. Nawara picked up a shirt, her usual red tie, and a pair of cute shorts before disappearing into the bathroom - still a bit sleepy. Mathew struggled to breathe as the hair tightened around his neck. He helplessly swung around like an accessory in her hair, each movement tightening the hold it had on his tiny body.

The first thing she planned to do - Make sure her hair didn't have any knots in it.

Nawara gazed into the mirror with a comb in hand. Lazily, she gripped the black locks of hair in one hand and began to run a comb through them with the other. She didn't run into many issues, but every pass was a threat to the little being lost in her locks. Mathew felt it easily as the comb slid next to him, untangling some of the hair nearby. It was so close he could feel it on the bottom of his feet as it passed by. He looked down just as she pulled her comb through her hair again, but this time his lower half wasn't so lucky...

The comb came to rest against his lower leg, stopping her from continuing through as it twisted Mathew's leg violently with a sickening little inaudible crunch. Nawara let out a dissatisfied little grunt, upset that there was a knot in her hair at all.

With a little force, she pushed through - taking his leg with her. The limb was casually ripped from Mathew's tiny body, though it still hung in her hair dripping blood as it was still tied into the strands. Then he saw it, the comb was coming right for his little body... He braced for the impact, feeling as it came down toward him. The hair around his neck tightened, he couldn't breathe at all - He couldn't scream, he could only lightly squeak as the strands threatened to decapitate his little form. Just before the comb got to him though, she lifted it up and started anew beneath him... Unaware of his presence, unaware of the small knot as she combed her hair out.

He would have signed in relief if he could. He was gasping for air, twitching gently in her hair as he felt blood drain from the stump of a leg he now had...

That wasn't the end of his troubles... Not by far.

She picked up her curling iron and began to roll her hair up in it. Mathew was trapped in the hair she picked to start out with. He could feel what remained of his lower half press into the hot metal, instantly melting his skin as the steam rolled over his tiny body. He tried to scream as the sensation ripped through his little form, but it was worthless. The heat was enough to the tiny one's body that as she passed it over him - curling her hair - it peeled flesh from bone...

When she was done, Mathew's blue hair had been fused to her black hair like a pretty accent. He was still alive, but barely... Hidden in the curls of her hair as his bones that were stripped of flesh dangled in there as well. A normal human would have died long ago, but his spirit was trapped - Unable to leave.

*Later that evening*

Still mercilessly tied to his would-be corpse, Mathew dangled in her hair. Nawara sat alone, fiddling with the black strands of hair before a friend passed by -

"You look great today, Nawara! I love the little blue accent you put in your hair." She said happily, not stopping to chat for long.

"Blue accent?" Nawara quizzically said, pulling up various strands of hair to see what her friend was talking about.

After a bit of searching, she found the culprit. Mathew's fried little corpse among the dark strands... She didn't notice the bones or his singed skin, but she did see his hair stuck there in hers. With a smile, she casually leaned back - crossing her legs with pride and fiddling with her beautifully curled hair...

"I must be the prettiest girl at the party!" She said with a smile to herself, wearing Mathew's corpse with pride now... Unaware of its true nature.