All characters depicted in situations are 18 years of age or older and of the age of consent, even if it looks otherwise. Acts depicted are all consensual. No real or fictional person was harmed in the making of this workThe fight had been brutal. Atom Eve, exhausted and with her suit in tatters, lay defeated on the floor of an abandoned Viltrumite base. Anissa loomed over her, wearing a cruel smile that didn't reach her eyes. She had decided that brute force wasn't enough to break the woman Mark Grayson loved; she wanted to destroy her psychologically.
"Mark has a weakness for 'pretty' things, Eve," Anissa said, pulling out a small grooming kit she had brought as part of her sadistic plan. "Let’s see if he still prefers you when I turn you into a wreck."
Anissa forced Eve into a metal chair and began to work. She didn't just want to cut her hair; she wanted to torture her while doing it.
First, Anissa took a pair of shears and roughly hacked at her hair, leaving her with an uneven fringe hanging over her eyes. Then, with a harsh tug, she texturized the rest of her hair into a ragged, wild wolf cut. Eve tried to resist, but she was too weak from the beating.
Anissa continued, ignoring her protests. She chopped the length of the wolf cut down to her shoulders. Then, with a swift, linear snip, she transformed her look into a structured bob.
"Still too much," Anissa sneered. "Mark needs to see what you really are: nothing."
The Viltrumite activated a laser-cutting device. She began by shaving an undercut at the nape and sides, then continued around her head, removing all the volume until she left her with a Chelsea cut: the back and sides shaved to the skin, leaving only the bangs and a few long strands falling over her ears.
Anissa was enjoying every moment, but finally, she lost her patience with the styling. With a quick motion, she ran the laser over Eve's entire scalp until she was completely bald. Eve, her head gleaming and exposed, felt more vulnerable than ever. Anissa laughed, confident that Eve’s "prisoner" look would disgust Mark.
Hours later, Mark burst into the base, fists ignited and his face full of murderous rage. When he saw Eve, he stopped dead in his tracks. She was there, chained, her head perfectly shaved, with traces of dried blood on her forehead.
Anissa stepped toward Mark, showing off her handiwork. "Look at her, Mark. I’ve erased all her beauty. She’s just a bald, broken human. Do you still want to be with her after this?"
Mark didn't even look at Anissa. His eyes were locked onto Eve, and within them, there was no disgust or disappointment—only a surge of love and protection. He walked over to his girlfriend, ignoring her shaved head and the bruises from the fight, and took her face gently in his hands.
"Are you okay?" Mark asked, completely ignoring Anissa's presence. "I don't care what she did to you. You're still the same woman I fell in love with. None of this changes how I feel about you."
Eve, who had expected fear or pity, felt tears of relief roll down her cheeks. Mark scooped her up into his arms carefully, ignoring Anissa's taunts. To him, Eve’s hair wasn't what defined her; her spirit was. Anissa was left behind, frustrated as she realized that her attempt at humiliation had only served to strengthen the bond between them.