[ God. The silence fell so suddenly, she half suspects Terry's passed out in there, which wouldn't be too surprising given the screaming and the pulling and the unbearable summer heat.
But it's just as well, so he'll stay still. Despite what she said, it isn't a knife that she has in her pocket, because if she slips, it's going to be her hands that she'll be slicing up. She thought about getting scissors, but then realized there was something better she could use: garden shears, with strength enough to cut through solid wood, instead of paper or thin sheets of plastic like craft scissors can do.
She gets her fingers in between the mascot head and the back of Terry's neck to create some space she can ease one blade of the shears inside and start nipping at the fabric and whatever hard material is on the inside. Once the cut is large enough, she can continue using her fingers to create a buffer between Terry's head and the mascot head so she's not cutting any hair, but if he moves and he comes out of this with a bald spot, it's not her problem. ]
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But it's just as well, so he'll stay still. Despite what she said, it isn't a knife that she has in her pocket, because if she slips, it's going to be her hands that she'll be slicing up. She thought about getting scissors, but then realized there was something better she could use: garden shears, with strength enough to cut through solid wood, instead of paper or thin sheets of plastic like craft scissors can do.
She gets her fingers in between the mascot head and the back of Terry's neck to create some space she can ease one blade of the shears inside and start nipping at the fabric and whatever hard material is on the inside. Once the cut is large enough, she can continue using her fingers to create a buffer between Terry's head and the mascot head so she's not cutting any hair, but if he moves and he comes out of this with a bald spot, it's not her problem. ]