Cuddled under the floor, with only a light shining through the grate.
“Cut his hair. We need to cut his hair.”
“Get a sharp rock, Jan.”
The first woman who’d spoke straddled the body while the second, Jan, knelt and placed his head on her knees. Jan took hold of a clump of hair, pulled it tight and sawed it quickly, seeing hair fall away.
He yelled. His hands reached up and grasped numbly at the fingers that held him.