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It's not like I'm frozen. I can move anything I want as long as I keep the pose, stay on the bed, and face the wall. I don't even know where I am. He told me to not look out, so I couldn't. How does he do that? We drove quite a while, so I wouldn't be surprised if we're in a different state. The hairdresser didn't give any clues, not that I could ask him. "Don't communicate except to answer questions, behave as with any haircut, and agree to everything I say and suggest," he said before we entered. That's how I got the tight crop and the piercings. Not as concerning as the colon cleansing at the quack healer yesterday. That took forever, going through cycle after cycle of filling and draining. Then just outside he gave me a big squeeze of lube up my ass so it felt funny all night. Still does, unless my mind plays tricks with me. While ominous, nothing came of it. The styling today is more visible and longer lasting. Perhaps it is more concerning after all. I know there is a doctor's appointment tomorrow morning and some tattoo parlor after lunch, and I have no idea what all this leads to. I must find a way to ask for help.

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