#fresh depil

[sneakerguybln]

22 year old bisexual Massimo is living as a slave since three years. He's owned by his personal trainer Martin and Martin's husband Andreas. Massimo met Martin as he was in search for a personal trainer after he turned 18 and wanted to shape his body.

He couldn't afford to pay the training so he offered Martin sexual services after Martin had told him that he's living in an open gay relationship. Martin accepted that offer if he'd serve Andreas, too. Over the time of a few months Massimo became their toy boy. It seemed to be a strange group: The 18 year old Massimo who stopped having sex with girls as Martin and Andreas took over his life. He enjoyed it. Martin was 40 year old man at that time and very well trained. He was a physiotherapist but moved on and made his money as personal trainer and hypnotherapist. Andreas was 24 at this time and worked in a PR company. He knew Massimo for some time as Andreas's younger sister was the first big love of Massimo. She broke his heart with Massimo's best friend.

One month before Massimo's 19th birthday the couple married and they chose him as one of their best men. Before the marriage they offered Massimo to move into their house to do house sitting while they were on their honeymoon. Massimo accepted. Their condition was that Massimo has to wear a chastity device over that time. He reluctantly accepted. And that he won't bring a woman into their house while they encouraged him to sleep with other guys. With the chastity device it wouldn't be clever to pick up a woman, Massimo thought. They even told him that a friend has interest in fucking him but he could choose if he want fucked or not. They had already given the guy Massimo's number. Massimo accepted after he realised that the guy was well trained.

After the honeymoon Martin and Andreas started to finish off Massimo's independence. Massimo had got a deep trust into them. They offered him to be their slave in his free time while they pay his time at university. He had to cede control over his daily life to them, including gym routine and nutrition. He could live for free with them and didn't have to pay for food and so on. On his 19th birthday he signed a slave contract for one year.

In this year Martin and Andreas made Massimo's dependency deeper and deeper - not only his economic dependency but his mental dependency too. And then the hardest plan for connecting him to them started without him knowing. They let him made a full laser depilation of his crotch area - one thing he always wanted as he hated the hair always. On his 20th birthday he signed his new - now permanent - slave contract.

It was based on his one year contract but included an article about distribution of Massimo's income when he's earning money. The money is split between a pension fund for Massimo, an monthly allowance for Massimo and a sum for the couple to cover their expenses for Massimo.

Another new article was about body modification. It was Massimo's idea and this was totally in the couple's plan. Massimo ceded the right to do body modifications too Martin and Andreas. They included in his contract that he has to undergo a vasectomy within the first two weeks after he signed the contract. Massimo wasn't keen to get children and signed the contract. Three days later he had an appointment at a doctor and it was the guy he serviced sexually while his owner's honeymoon. He never realised that he paid off for his own vasectomy with sex.

Two weeks later Massimo and his owners went to a tattoo parlour. Massimo got that day his first two tattoos. On the back of his neck: "La mia vita è servizio" (My life is service.) and just over his dick in his smooth pubic area: "Vasectomy - 23 Nov 2021 as sign for his submission to his two masters Andreas and Martin".

As Massimo read the fresh ink over his dick it was the first time he had regrets. But Martin was manipulative enough to take away all regrets from Massimo.

Martin and Andreas decided to develop Massimo's tattoos. They started with the legs and are now on the back. As Martin as a big fan of mythology his "half" of Massimo's body shows stories from greek mythology. Andreas's half is mostly blackout with a few geometrical elements. So his entire left leg is black as his left arm will be later. Massimo will change - without a way back. He's wearing his chastity device 24/7 and had jerked off the last time at the doctor for a sample to check wether his vasectomy worked or not. The size of the device was decreased over the time and now Massimo has only a tiny nub. Since that day Massimo's dick was only touched by Martin and Andreas with latex gloves and he hadn't felt human skin on his dick.

[leviathansshadycorner]

Rope Him In ( Cato x District 10! Reader x slight! Marvel) Pt. 3

Summary: (Y/n) is a horse girl.

A/n: I love Pradain

Pt.2 Pt.1

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Chapter 3: The Capitol

Buckley’s laughter subsided as the train stopped. Pradain hurriedly gathered his belongings and made sure the two of you were ready and presentable. 

“God, we’ve got to do something about that blood-stained shirt of yours.” Pradain said, looking around the room. “You, give her your shirt.” He ordered Ramsey, who was already unbuttoning his flannel. 

The tall mentor draped his cologne-drenched flannel on top of you and you fixed it onto your body. “Thank you.” 

The station was large, the structure looked so futuristic you wondered how they managed to build it up so high. 

“Alright, so first you’re going to go check in.” Dolly explained to the two of you. “Then you’ll get taken in to get groomed.” She continued. 

“After that you’ll meet your assigned stylist and you’ll get your clothes fitted onto you.” Ramsey butted in. “After that we head to the chariots. There’s time in between where the tributes just wait, so you’ll have time to scope out the tributes, don’t form any alliances yet.” 

“Save that for the training days, and don’t make enemies.” Dolly said, looking both of you and Buckley in the face. 

“So… When do we get to eat?” Buckley said, looking around for any signs of animals. 

“Don’t worry ‘bout that bud. You have about a week or so to enjoy the food.” Ramsey said. 

Your little group walked and you could see other trains arrive behind yours. Up ahead were other groups, walking into the station that would lead to one of the city's entrances. 

“‘S kinda cold,” Buckley whispered to you. 

“It is, isn't it? Not warm and cozy like home.” You said a little sarcastically commenting on the Texan heat. 

It felt like miles until you made it to the Capitol’s entrance. Your mouth was open like a little kid witnessing Christmas lights for the first time. The Capitol looked advanced yet so bland. There were people everywhere crowding around barriers to witness the tributes fresh from the trains. You felt like a zoo animal, everyone’s eyes trying to peek at you. 

When you made it to the tribute building you had to line up with the female tributes as the workers pricked your fingers and gave you a quick physical. The people here looked so clean. Not a single blemish on their skin. Even their beauty marks were drawn on. You wondered if they were even human. To you it seemed like an alternate universe run by alien creatures. 

You managed to look over at the male tribute line looking for Buckley. Unfortunately, your eyes caught green-blue eyes with a brown tint. He raised a blonde eyebrow at you and you quickly looked away from the tall boy. 

Dolly led you to some doors and behind them were people who were dressed in white smocks holding magnifying glasses. The victor handed you over to a tall dark skinned lady and  a shorter man with green eyebrows. 

“(Y/n), these are Silica and Depil. Now don’t be scared, they’re not going to hurt you, they're only here to help you ok? You’ll be fine.” The curly haired woman told you as the  pair grabbed you by your arms and led you into a room with copious white lights. 

“We got a lot to work with.” Silica said as she handed you a hospital gown. “Put this on, take off everything.” She instructed you as she and her partner gathered their first materials. 

They hosed you off first then threw some white powder all over your body- your guess was that they were trying to de-flea you, not like you needed it anyways. They rinsed you again, this time scrubbing your body. It felt so dehumanizing. You had to zone out in order to not cry through the whole thing. The two worked to wax you, groom your facial hair, and polish your nails until they were sparkling. They even cut a few inches off your hair, making it a little shorter than how you liked it. 

When they were done they rolled their carts away, leaving you alone to look at yourself. The smell was fragrant, sweet almost like candy. It was good and you couldn’t help but sniff your arms where the perfume lingered. Mid sniff was when your stylist walked in. She wore a huge purple wig that ran down her back. Her caramel skin shimmered with glitter as she stepped into the lit room. Her icy blue eyes looked at you and she smiled, “Oh you’re the perfect canvas,” She said, and you couldn’t help but notice the gems on her teeth, 

“Hello darling, I’m Sashay.” She greeted you, her skin-tight outfit hugging her body as she shimmied closer to you. “Now, you’re from 10 right?” 

“Yes.” You told her, eyes fixed on her beauty. 

“(Y/n)? Right? Or do you prefer something else?” She asked, picking up your arm which you retracted at first but then eased into her touch. 

“(Y/n)’s fine.” Your body shifted on the cold metallic bed. 

“Alright well, I want to congratulate you for being so brave.” She started taking your hand. “I’m going to style you during your time here. I’m here to make sure you look stunning in the eyes of the Capitol.” Sashay smiled, kissing your hand. “Do you have any questions?” 

You could still feel the ghost stings of the wax strips as you stood up to walk to Sashay’s studio. “Not at the moment.” 

“Alright then.” 

The two of you walked into her studio where colorful clothing littered the racks they were hung on. She had a portfolio displayed on an easel, and a large sketch of a cowgirl outfit on another. 

“Me and Buckley’s stylist worked together on these.” She said holding up a clothing hanger containing your outfit. 

On the hanger was a cowboy button up, it was white and gold and had tassels alongside the arms. The bottoms were golden chaps, also tassel. Just as you were about to ask where the rest of the pants were, Sashay turned to you. 

“You’ll be wearing shorts with those.” She told you. “There’s a matching hat and boots.” Sashay tells you as she gets out her sketchpad and pencil and begins to scribble on it while staring at you intensely. 

“I’ll help you get dressed in a moment dear.” She speaks, her sultry voice powerful. 

Red creeps up to your face. Were you actually going to wear this costume? Your legs would be out and about in front of millions of people. You were nervous to say the least. You wondered if Buckley would have to wear the same exact thing. 

“So cowboys huh?” Cowboys were basically eradicated 50 years ago, since the President thought they were a group of rebels. Of course he wasn’t wrong, but cowboy and vaquero culture had been long gone from 10. “Isn’t that against the rules?” You asked, but you were glad that you weren’t going out dressed as a giant chicken or pig.

“Oh please sweetie, last year the tributes from 12 were practically naked. There are no rules when it comes to fashion. Except the ones that prevent people from wearing horrendous clothes.” Sashay tells you as she finishes her sketch. “Alright then love, let’s make you pretty. 

Taking a huff of air you nodded and hesitantly took off the hospital gown. Sashay delicately placed the golden undergarments on your body, soon following them up with the actual costume. “Hair and makeup will be done by your grooming team.” She explained as she buttoned up the shirt. “So hold onto the hat and put it on when you’re on your chariot.” She buckled the belt on you, making sure the chaps weren’t falling off. 

“Sadly I couldn’t get you a lasso, it would’ve added so much, but Snow said no props.” Her hands tied a little bolo tie around you. “You look so dashing.” She stepped away to take in her work. 

You felt like a little girl’s doll. The costume fit you well, except Sashay had to pin a few things into place and sew in an extra button. You held onto the golden hat and looked at her with scared eyes. She pointed to a mirror covered by a curtain. As you walked to it and flung the curtain to the side you almost gasped. This was the first time you saw yourself since arriving. Your hair was shiny, your skin looked flawless- all previous scars were gone, the costume hugged you in all the right places. The only thing really bugging you was the lack of pants, though the chaps managed to cover a majority of your legs. The little golden shorts were too skimpy for your taste, but you had to admit that Sashay really worked her magic on you. 

“Come on now, 15 minutes until curtain. Let’s see if Silica and Depil can work under pressure. Oh who am I kidding? Of course they can!” She laughed as she took you out of her studio and back out into the grooming room. 

“No time- turns out we start at 10.” Depil says, his brows straight and serious. “We’re gonna have to walk and work.” He told Sashay as Silica came to your right side. Together the two pampered your face with creams and oils, brushing color into your skin as the four of you walked out the building into an overpass leading to an outdoor stadium. Once you were out there your vision was filled with chaos. 

There were tributes still getting dressed, chariots the size of two cows, tributes boarding said chariots, and mentors walking around and socializing. 

“Goodness Depil, you’ve got to get that clock fixed. We have 20 minutes until the chariots start.” Sashay scolded, realizing there was no need to rush. 

“My bad.” The green haired man apologizes as he seats you down to work on your hair. 

He works quickly, braiding your hair then lifting it up into a milkmaid hairstyle. He added golden tinsel extensions to your hair, creating the illusion of twinkling locks. Gold eyeshadow was patted all over your lids, a sweet cream of gloss added to your lips, and as the finishing touch- they unbuttoned the top two buttons on your shirt. 

“Stunning.” 

“Gorgeous.” 

“Fabulous work.” 

The team of three admired you. 

“My goodness you made her so pretty!” A lady who Sashay called Effie smiled brightly, as she awed at you. 

Warmth filled your face and a shy smile found its way to your lips. “Thank you for your hard work.” You said bowing your head in a slight curtsey. 

“Thank you for cooperating (Y/n.)” Sashay grinned. 

Dolly eventually ended her conversation with another mentor and came over to ogle at you as well. “I’m not just saying this because I’m your mentor, but I think you’re the prettiest one here.” She winked. 

“You can say that again.” A voice came from behind you. It was Buckley. He too was wearing an outfit similar to yours, except he had actual pants. The front two buttons on his shirt were undone as well. 

“You look like your dad.” Came your reply trying to avert the comment. 

District 10 was one where everyone knew everyone. You included. You had previously met Buckley’s dad before his passing, he was quite kind to you and Amaranto, in fact he was one of the people who suggested you start working out at the slaughterhouse to make more ends meat. 

“Damn, Do I look that old already?” He joked, looking at himself in the reflection of your eyes. 

“Alright Kiddos, all you gotta do is go on the chariots and wave. It’s like a parade-” Ramsey said behind Buckley. 

“It is a parade.” Dolly corrected. “You need to make the crowd love you so smile, blow kisses, throw out a few winks if you need to.” 

“Oh! Tip your hats, they’ll love that.” Pradain said emerging with a wine glass. “You two look stunning.” He complimented. 

“First time you’ve said something nice to us.” Buckley said with a joking smile. 

As your little district 10 team chatted away, your gaze wandered around the room. You had to admit, your costumes were one of the best. The first place prize has to go to the tributes from 12. They looked sharp in their all black costumes, made them look powerful even. District 11 wore clothes similar to the fancy clothes in 10, and you wondered why their stylist didn’t put more effort into their costumes. As you scanned the room your eye was caught by another pair of gold wearing tributes. The careers from two, armored with gold plates. It was obvious their costumes had to be the most expensive ones. You were almost done looking at the other tributes when pink filled your eyes. 

Like a routine you made eye contact with the male from 1. He looked silly in the shimmering pink outfit and you tilted your head in confusion. He took notice and grinned, his own eyes looking you up and down before the girl from 1 snapped him back into the conversation she was having with their mentors. 

“Don’t stare too much.” Ramsey whispered to you. “They might think you want to kill them.” 

Nodding you spent the rest of your wait time talking to Dolly, asking her about her time in the capitol when she was a tribute in the games. Immediately you could hear the roars and cheers of the citizens as more of them began to fill the stadium’s seats. As if on time your heart started beating and the realization that you would be out in a crowd of people made you break into a sweat. As your head began to spin and the room seemed more cramped a harsh poke distracted you from your thoughts. 

“(Y/n), Look!” Buckley exclaimed, attracting stares. “Horses!” 

Whatever nerves you had were gone out the window when your eyes landed on the dark elegant creatures that trotted gracefully into view. 

“Horses..” A whisper came from your mouth and you were teleported to your childhood. 

The golden sun sets on the dry grass as your laughs fill the scene. Your mother with (h/c) hair and (s/c) skin waves you towards her as she grips onto the hair of a horse. Her boots bounce slightly at the sides of the animal as it trots her further along the field. You follow closely behind her, gaining speed as your own surpasses her. “Look Ma! Bet ya can’t catch up to me!” You giggle as you continue to ride into the light. 

Without warning your legs move you towards the black animal. The handler looks at you curiously but her face relaxes as you pet the animal’s side. Slowly more horses come in, each of them assigned to a chariot. You had forgotten all about the horses, since the cameras only ever focus on tributes and their faces. 

“They’re beautiful.” You tell Buckley as the two of you stare at them longingly. “I wanna ride one.” 

“What?” He looks at you as if you’re crazy. “You can’t be serious right?” 

“Dolly said all we had to do was get their attention.” You reminded him. 

“That is true… Do you even remember how?” He asked, “Is that even allowed?” 

“I don’t know. I guess I’ll have to find out.” You said with a determination that Buckley hadn’t seen since middle school. 

The stage directors flooded the area once there was three minutes left. They ordered everyone onto their respective chariots while stylists did their finishing touches. Your team waved at you as the chariots were ordered, the first one heading out already as the drums played them in. One by one the chariots were let out, your turn inching closely. You had a plan however, a plan so crazy you had zero chance of knowing if it would work. Buckley watched you intently, wondering if your crazy ass would actually go through with it. 

You waited for your chance. Outside the people were cheering at the tributes, throwing flowers at the ones they liked, hooting and hollering at the ones they really liked. The announcers’ commentary boomed throughout the stadium, their backhanded compliments making the Capitol citizens giggle. As your chariot neared the path 's opening you hopped off the chariot, making Buckley laugh and your mentors curse profanely.

“What the hell are you doing, get back on!” They yelled as peacekeepers were starting to make their way to you. 

The tributes both in front and behind you looked at your chariot wondering what all the commotion was. Hastily you ran up to the animal, struggling to get up on the horse. You repeatedly apologized to the horse as you grabbed onto its hair and finally fixed yourself on top of it. The horse neighed and bucked around a bit as you finally got out the arch and into the path of the parade. 

“What the!” Caesar Flickerman exclaimed as the cameras focused in on you. 

“What in the Capitol’s gem is happening ?” His fellow commentator yelled. 

You struggled to calm the horse down, your body tightening its grip so as to not fall off the horse. 

“Careful!” Buckley told you. 

“I got it!” You exclaimed as you soothed the horse. “SHhh it's ok, it's alright.” You had no idea how lucky you had gotten.

 The horse finally calmed down and you were finally able to look up at the crowd. Your face was being displayed on the holographic banners, the cheers and screams so loud your ears began to ring. Buckley waved eagerly, tipping his hat and taking it off to wave with it. You smiled, out of joy- not for being the star of the minute, but for being able to ride a horse for the first time after a long time. Your hand went up to wave at the crowd and people were smiling at you, throwing roses and other accessories at both you and Buckley. 

“What a hoot!” Flickerman laughed, “(Y/n) Cuernos  from district 10! Riding one of the chariot horses! You don’t see that everyday!” He smiled at the camera. 

“Now those tributes are proud members of 10, look at them! They’re quite brave aren’t they?” The other announcer said, “And those hats! Who knew an old worker’s hat could look so dapper!” 

Eventually the cheers died out, the crowd erupting once again and louder when the tributes from 12 came out, their bodies on fire, yet not burning. As the chariot reached the end you came face to face with other victors who were already displayed below the president.  One haunting almost threatening stare stuck with you. It was the tribute from 2. The one with golden armor. He clapped his hands as you trotted by, his green eyes not leaving your person once. During the president’s speech you looked over and of course he was still boring eyes into your clothes. 

As the tributes were dismissed you could hear Buckley from behind you on the chariot. “There’s the (Y/n) I remember.” He said, his accent thick on your name. 

“They’re gonna kill me aren’t they?” You asked the boy. 

“Oh yeah. Dolly’s gonna freak.” He chuckled. 

And of course he was right. When the two of you got backstage, a furious Dolly was fuming. Ramsey helped you off the horse and patted your back. “You are one crazy son of a bitch.” He laughed. 

“(Y/n)! What the hell were you thinking!” She said, her hand on your shoulder. 

“You told me to-” 

“I told you to get their attention! Not ride the damn horse!” She huffed. 

“I think she got their attention alright.” Pradain said, sipping his glass of wine. 

“You’re gonna get us in trouble!” Dolly feared. 

“Please, she’ll be fine. If anything they’ll take it out on her in the arena.” Ramsey soothed the curly haired mentor. 

Buckley only smiled at the interaction. 

“Well if it isn't a little Miss Badass.” A deep voice interrupted your exchange with the mentors. Turning around you spotted the blonde haired roman soldier from 2. “You’re smart, you know that? What you did out there.” He continued. His presence was threatening, you felt as if he was going to kill you then and there. “That was a good move on your part 10, stealing all my sponsors.” He shook his head disapprovingly. He wore a menacing smile. It was far from friendly. “Can’t wait to see what else you have up your sleeve. If you even have anything up there.” He finished before walking back to his team. 

“The hell is his problem?” Buckley asked, standing in front of you as to shield you from the career’s stare. 

“Don’t know and don’t want to find out.” You replied. “How is it that I already made an enemy?” You asked. 

“That’s Cato from 2.” A district 7 girl told you as she walked by, taking her headpiece off and placing it on a nearby table. “I heard he’s a real jerk. Threatened one of the Avoxes for  bumping into him before the parade started.” She finished. 

Slowly your pupil went to the corner of your eyes, seeing if you could get another glance at the unit of a tribute. Unfortunately for you, his gaze was permanently fixed on you. A smile- that of a psychopath stuck on his lips. 

There was no way you were going to survive the games with him around.

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[razorsadness]

Nora was always free with it and threw her heart away as if it were a used bus ticket. Either she was head over heels in love or else she was broken-hearted. She had it off first with the pantomime goose, when we were Mother Goose's goslings that year in Newcastle upon Tyne. The goose was old enough to be her father and Grandma would have plucked him, stuck an apple up his bum and roasted him if she'd found out and so would the goose's wife, who happened to be principal boy. So finding a place to, as Irish might put it, consummate their passion (although Irish abhorred a split infinitive) was something of a problem for them because it was before the days we could boast a dressing room to ourselves and his wife was eversuch a hairy woman, always a fresh growth between her eyebrows, under her arms, on her legs, to pluck or shave so she was always holed up in the one she shared with the goose, depilating herself.

The goose had Nora up against the wall in the alley outside the stage door one foggy night, couldn't see your hand in front of your face, happily for them. You don't get fogs like that, these days. It was after the cast Christmas party. I looked round the Green Room but they'd gone.

Don't be sad for her. Don't run away with the idea that it was a squalid, furtive, miserable thing, to make love for the first time on a cold night in a back alley with a married man with strong drink on his breath. He was the one she wanted, warts and all, she would have him, by hook or by crook. She had a passion to know about Life, all its dirty corners, and this is how she started, in at the deep end, for better or worse, while I stood shivering on the edge like the poor cat in the adage.

—Angela Carter, from Wise Children

[endrusmithreal]

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[kabatakabita]

Nishiddho Pali

Nishiddho Pali

(which means the soil from outside a brothel)

A beam of evening light entered the small wooden framed window facing west. Dust suspended in the light band like illuminated specks of gold. In the west, at the end of tapered columns of houses, the sun imitated a dying flame. The cast on the otherwise light grey concrete grew bigger and darker, more animated than the body. It was a Friday evening. Fridays meant white for Ali although once it had meant saffron. He was clad in the only set of stark white muslin kurta salwar he owned and wore a skull cap. His unusually dense and unkempt black hair flowed down his ears. His wide shoulders made his head look smaller than it was. Extensions of his hands pressed on either side did not match the masculine upper bearings for they were slender, soft on the tips. Sediments of clay lodged underneath his short fingernails and above the cuticles. There bent in a bow with his knees pressed in his chest, he looked like a tortoise. As he raised his head, his shadow on the floor moved like a seeping pool of black water almost displacing air. The head in the shadow bulged as it crawled on a still pair of feet of a gilded statue of Ganesh. A dozen other half painted deities witnessed him praying for the fourth time today.

The air brought a hypnotic aroma of imported incense. As his forehead touched the rug, the smell mingled with its earthy smell. A monkey balanced itself on the wire that ran across his window and walked to a safe corner to and gnawed the half-eaten apple. Something crashed on the road.

There was a sudden commotion in the street that sounded like the inertia of his dreams. Somebody was crying and cursing. The commotion seemed not very distant. As he hurtled to the open window, he heard footsteps approaching that stopped outside his door and the room shivered as the corrugated tin rattled uninterrupted. "open the door", cried a man. Ali hurriedly unlatched the door that opened to a damp corridor blocked by a man as tall as the door. Two old men in saffron kurta were standing on either side. Without greeting of any sort, the man held him by his arm and pulled him down the stairs into the street. The man kept saying if he was deaf and did not hear the calls. The clamor on the street grew louder and louder. As he reached the crowd, people looked at him. He did not how to feel as never had he been looked at by so many people. He tried to look each in their eyes that radiated indignation. This expedition projected in his mind broad-faced statues with just eyes that unfurled eternally like petals. This figment of imagination came to a halt as he saw a wary pair of eyes of a woman that was bleeding from her head. A woman was pressing a white cloth against her scalp, she was cursing. She lifted the gauze as she paused between her long sentences that were almost gibberish to Ali’s ears. He looked at his feet, Shards of broken clay had scattered on the paved road. He figured it was the head of Buddha. He should have closed the windows he thought, it must have been the monkey.

"look what you have done, you pervert, did you mean to tease her or kill her? will you speak? apologize and pay the bills now or we will have your statues all thrown?", somebody held his collar and screamed into his right ear. "We should throw them anyway, what kind of man wears a skull cap and sculpts, this is blasphemy," said another. He heard it all fixing his gaze on the woman, it was after ages he had met kohled eyes.

11 years ago:

His father pushed his head under the water of Bagmati, water rushed into his ears and nose and eyes, he held his breath. The sound of ringing bells faded. It was the month of September and the water reeked of blood.

"Why did she kill mahis asur baba?" He tilted his depilated head to his right. Water ran down his boxers through his thin calves and collected at his feet. Warm water slithered out of his ear.

"To live we have to kill something " said his father scooping fresh clay out of the mass and pasting it on the straw scaffolding of Kali that he feared.

He had an odd fancy for sculpture. At the age of twelve, his fingers could mould into shape a lifesize Ganesh. He had inherited the craft like innate muscle memory. His father was a renowned artist and during festivals, the rivers sailed his craft far and wide, to the edge of the world.

"How do you make the eyes baba?"

Bhadra -as was his Hindu name- could never get the eyes right during his practice. He wondered why it was such a tedious task to get the eyes right. It was his wont to scratch the mud with a twig in vain attempts. He would skip but the face without eyes he thought was no face, and the faces he would contrive demanded to see, if not anything, the maker. In these times he wondered about blind deities.

"Bhadra the world is a reflection of self, look into your own eyes, the more you know yours the better you'll get at the making of others". He would then immediately resolve to observe a reflection on muddy water that sloshed gently from side to side in the bucket.

A decade on, one could still find the silhouette of a shrine reflected on muddy waters floating in his eyes.

The order for Durgapuja came early this year. But Ali lacked inspiration. He could never make a woman for he knew not what a woman felt like in his fingers.

But he knew of a woman- mother- whose memory was coupled with the smell of gunpowder and dust and clamor that oozed in his eyes the muddy waters. Like an old polaroid, he had an image of a collapsing house pasted underneath his eyelids. When the dust had settled, his mother was gone. He was too young to understand why the corpses of his parents were never touched by the priests that worshipped the statues they made and, why he had to change his name and his gods. By the time he understood he was too used to everything and nothing really mattered. Now he had to learn to make the eyes.

That night, facing a huge mound of clay, unable to contrive a shape, he kept thinking about the kohled eyes of the wounded woman.

On the following night, he found himself in a one-roomed house whose walls were made of corrugated iron. He could not recall how he reached there but he was holding a face in his mottled hands that he speculated under a mellow light, the kohled eyes glinted bright shades of longing that exuded a balmy pleasure into the air. The touch buoyed a submerged inspiration in his viscous mindscape, as the face writhed in his damp palms, it floated up like air bubble trapped in honey. He closed his eyes and with his thumbs caressed the arch of its brows and circled beneath, paused at the dip and brushed across the bulge of the eyes, lash lines, curves of her nose, edges of nostrils, the bend of the Nath, laugh lines beneath the raised cheeks, margin and soft folds of her lips, and the small chin that felt like cliff to his fingers that he let fall through her neck. He involuntarily rested his hands on her shoulders and closed his eyes as if to store it all.

When he opened his eyes a still countenance covered in smooth clay was looking back at him. The lips quivered and opened wide, from between the lips a red flap crawled out and hung by the lower lip like a frozen stream of blood. Meanwhile, the clay parched and peeled off the cheeks revealing blotches of luminous blue from underneath. The eyes flashed at him and pupils glowed like embers. The dark of the mouth exhaled divine wrath that burned on his face. He stood up extricating himself from the grip of that sight, his face covered in sweat.

"...is this your first-time boy?" the woman draped in yellow saree smiled, her glass bangles gave off soft jingles as she reached for his collar "or did you remember your virtues?" she whispered coyly. "Do you even have a tongue in there, you better, you know you can speak if you like", she spoke fiddling with the second button of his white Kurta.

He hurtled out of the door.

That night in his dark room, he sat up on his rug, leaning against the bare wall digging dry clay lodged under his fingers.

"you don't forget the virtues of a man", his baba had said adding a fistful of soil into the mound of fresh clay.

When he asked why that handful of soil was called virtues of a man, he had said a man leaves his virtues outside the brothel with his shoes when he enters one.

Why not walk with shoes on? He thought.

On a Tuesday evening, he skipped his usual routine and walked the distance that he had sworn never to. He crossed the street and walked past the tall buildings that shortened with every step towards the west. At the end of the street blooming bougainvillea guarded a brothel. In the aangan of a little cottage, two metal wires were fastened from one end to another. A bright yellow Saree stretched across the wire. The water collected at its shiny hem coalesced into a glass bead and plummeted to the soggy ground with sublime tranquil. They shattered noiselessly, and disappeared.

Ali kneeled on the soil, outside the door, lifted the red pair of flip flops, and scrathed the soil with his fingers. From the pockets of his kurta he took out a paper, uncreased, wrapped the soil, stood up and left.

He heard a voice behind him, "oye mute you owe me money!" It was her. He faced her and quickly restrained the temptation to run his fingers across her face. It seemed to him scars are more visible in the light. He had not noticed the wound the last time he saw her. He wanted her to know that his last visit here was to compensate for the injury. He could not. Instead, he scooped out a crumpled twenty rupees note and handed her. "And my name is Videhi, next time you need me, call me by my name, save your statues!" She said with a titter touching the small round scab formed

He thought how ironic it was for a prostitute to have such a name and walked faster.

He did not sleep for two consecutive nights.

A beam of evening light entered the small wooden framed window facing west. Dust suspended in the light band like illuminated specks of gold. In the west, at the end of tapered columns of houses, the sun imitated a dying flame. The cast on the otherwise light grey concrete grew bigger and darker, more animated than the body. It was a Friday evening. Fridays meant white for Ali although once it had meant saffron. He was clad in the only set of stark white muslin kurta salwar he owned and wore a skull cap. His unusually dense and unkempt black hair flowed down his ears. His wide shoulders made his head look smaller than it was. Extensions of his hands pressed on either side did not match the masculine upper bearings for they were slender, soft on the tips. Sediments of clay lodged underneath his short fingernails and above the cuticles. There bent in a bow with his knees pressed in his chest, he looked like a tortoise. As he raised his head, his shadow on the floor moved like a seeping pool of black water almost displacing air. The head in the shadow bulged as it crawled on a still pair of feet of a gilded statue of Ganesh. A pair of eyes, like cool embers, witnessed him praying for the fourth time today.

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 The building was falling apart, through the eroded walls and to the unraveling ceiling. Water soaked the floors and swirled within spaces caved beneath the tile, the foundation itself buckled underneath the shelves spaced across the main floor. Some of the lights still worked, a benefit, since it was late in the evening and the outside environment black beneath the brewing storms.

 “Be careful,” the Thin Man cautioned, as the child waded by once more. His own attention fixed on the front counter and the products stashed at the back wall. At random he selected one of the packages and gave it an examination, frowning. Variety would be nice.

 Dismissing the assortment of flavors, he turned away, and noted the child perched on the counter staring at him. The hat this time the former one confiscated, when he had forced negotiated the child into rest. The feather as well, though now it was matted by static and drenched and no longer did much. The boy seemed satisfied to let it ride in the band on his hat.

 The child was gone in a blink, back in the water and sloshing away. The Thin Man hummed to himself, the lamps above pulsed. It had been this way for a while, though the lad was comfortable enough around him. At a distance, at least.

 In short time, the splashing diminished. Either climbing a shelf or some other obstacle, or located a relatively dry space of the floor. The Thin Man drifted easily among the aisles, unhindered by the depth. For Mono, it was knee deep. Still, the liquid concealed sinkholes or perhaps aquafers that could be hazardous if not lethal.

 Most of the viable food stuff was junk stuff and candy treats. Children didn’t typically go for sugary things due to ‘sugar burn’, and the vile sickness that came about. But at times children became desperate, and food was food regardless if it was tolerable.

 Overall, the small shop still carried enough edibles that could stock Mono for a few days, but no more. Staying was not an option, given that anything could come in – the walls so depilated that anything might haphazardly stumble through, or punch through the ceiling. He and the child didn’t stumble through a front door, but a crumpled wall of the building which led into an alleyway. And a television there.

 As soon as the boy recuperated some vigor, he could take a scout around for a secure haven. He would revisit the shop and pilfer the rest of the food, Mono could have a short break from the endless wandering. That might cheer him up.

 For a while the child disappeared, but he was not concerned. Initially, he thought the boy was done following him around and ready to set out on his own. That didn’t happen. Even so, the Thin Man prowled through the stocky shelf arrangement, disinterested in the broken or vandalized items. In a few of these pathways, sat the melted box stuffed to bursting with fresh merchandise, all of it never reaching a shelf.

 It took no time at all to locate the child, given he wasn’t going anywhere. As expected, the boy located a dry segment on one side of the store and was crouched, with his back to the wall, sleeping. Or half sleep. Or not. It is difficult to tell with Mono; the child didn’t stir an ounce when he drew near.

 After drawing a cigarette from his coat, the Thin Man let the boy be and went to check the doors of the shop. He made certain they wouldn’t budge an inch, then, did a walk of the inner store perimeter. Most of the iron bars in the windows held firm against the beating rain, the glass crumbled in sections but what surface retained substance barred out any muddled illumination offered by the clouds. No hope spang eternal for some reading material, given the overall state of the building. With his patrol satisfied he returned to where the child was huddled down, and took a seat on the floor.

 The shop did have a dining zone that remained in bearable condition, but for whatever reason the child picked this particular spot. For the first few hours Mono did some sleep, and the Thin Man is always a little surprised whenever the child awoke. But it was half sleep, thus his presence did not go unheeded. When the boy snapped his head up, it was to give the vicinity a brief search. Once assured all was in order he tucked his head down, and gave a little sigh. Back to half sleep.

 With nothing else to occupy his time, the Thin Man smoked. And almost envied his younger-self’s capacity to just… curl up into his coat. That was one thing he missed dearly when he aged, in the Tower. Some days (?) were worse than others, when his fortitude faltered, and the Eyes of the Flesh wanted to jeer at him more than usual. Wear him down, weaken his resolve. It was an endless contest to see which would blink first, and the Tower knew it all already. Knew every in and out of his existence, every ounce of his vitality. Toyed with him. Cryptic riddles. Mocking. Insinuating it knew more than let on, knew the core of his sum. Hauled him to the brink of his sanity, toward a dark slice of his psyche that was potentially as dangerous to himself as it was lethal to the Tower itself.

 He jarred from his slouch, smacking his back against the wall. The child cringed against his side, still sodden from traipsing through rain, and clinging to his coat. For his merit, Mono hoisted himself up by the coat and clambered onto the Thin Man’s middle. The boy was still soaked through, and still, curled up and dug into the suit, as if the man in the hat would evaporate between his fingers.

 During this, the Thin Man rubbed the dull ache out of his neck. His back was vibrating almost as intensely as the thick vapor threading through the stale building, but he was not able to stand now. Instead, he settled a hand over the child and brushed his thumb along Mono’s neck. The child emitted a muffled whimper and bore down tighter (he should really check for claws) but didn’t vault loose as he was prone to. This at least settled some of his misgivings – he didn’t know if the boy was frightened of him now or simply hated him, over the book incident.

 The child was… distressed, clearly, when he tried to confront him about the book. It was a day or more later when Mono would finally emerge from his nest, for food, which the Thin Man had acquired. Though, he was uncertain if Mono would remain in the residence, upon the desertion of the threat. He left the food beside the dresser within easy reach, and it was uplifting that the boy chose to eat in the open rather horde the food away.

 The Thin Man lingered in the doorway, confident Mono was aware of his presence. It wasn’t about the book, he didn’t care, really. He wasn’t mad. But of all the things available in the dwelling – the doors, the cabinets, the walls, anything at all – why did he chose to destroy a book of His. Was it out of spite? Was it boredom, plain and simple? And what did he do with the pictures, he’s most curious. Any reason would suffice, he didn’t care. He just wanted to know why?

 He rethought ravaging a pointless question. Did the child really need a reason for what he did? And… really, what could the boy say?

 While Mono was preoccupied with choking down the food thing, the Thin Man went to the main entry. He was not expecting the faint chirp out of the blue:

 “Where?”

 Then and there, the Thin Man didn’t know what to think, and very nearly stalled out. He peered back at the child – he was not close – but there all the same. “I need to go… check on some things.” Mono was still shoving the food – he really didn’t know what it was – into his mouth. “You should stay here.”

 The boy swallowed and tipped his head, only one eye peering out from the current hat of the time. “T’n stroll? Leave. T’h come w-fh?” He wasn’t sure if Mono looked anxious because he had to venture out and address him, or due to the prospect of him leaving. He didn’t know. The child clutched the food until it was falling to bits between his fingers. “M’to follow?”

 A bit reluctant, he did open the door to step out. “You don’t have to come. You can go wherever you want.” But the child did inch closer to the doorway, while he stood there indecisive himself.

 “B’t follow? Can keep.”

 He caved and left the door open. Mono followed, as he was prone to do now. Did the boy know no other way? The Thin Man didn’t understand this child. No middle ground. Distress or exasperation.

 Mono slept on without hitch or fidget. It was becoming alarming, the Thin Man was on the verge of panic and closer to intervention. If not for the very shallow breathing, he could mistaken the child for… he’s worried he might’ve fallen into another coma. For what reason, he couldn’t say. Rarely anything Mono did made sense lately. Or, did the child just need that much rest? That in itself was alarming.

 While it wasn’t a crisis, he let the child alone. It only felt like an arduous and long time, because he didn’t have anything to do but wait and smoke. Though this pitiful ounce of good fortune shouldn’t be overlooked, given Mono could’ve easily collapsed in the street. Again.

 It is possibly the second day, or maybe more, he doesn’t keep track anymore, but the child finally stirred. The Thin Man raised his arm to his knees, while the child collected himself. Hat more rumpled now, Mono raised his head and looked around blearily. Only a good portion conscious, but at least he was calm.

 “You’d wake up more if you would get moving.”

 Mono’s response was nestle down. The only difference, he pried his fists free of the coat and tucked his arms against himself. He mumbled something incoherent. “Mh….”

 Not this again. The Thin Man nudged the child off and stood, in a crackly glimmer. He fixed the wrinkles in his coat, and inspected the boy… laying on his side. “Child. You need to eat something. Get up.” Mono made it to his knees, and sat there. Still utterly out of it.

 This was still better than dragging him off the street half dead.

 Getting Mono to wander through the water gave the child a jolt, and he’s mostly fully awake, able to reach the aisles with food and do some foraging. The Thin Man assured himself Mono could scale the platforms without a tumble, before letting him be, to check through the murky pathways as before.

 It had been an unknown span of time, anything could have slunk in without his knowledge. Though he doubted it. The Thin Man needed to stretch out and knead at the bruise in his back. This would be worth it, he could get the child to a suitable shelter and not need settle for whatever doorway the lad happened to collapse in. While patrolling along the outer wall, he perused the outdated objects melting down the slots and slates. Whatever this inventory once was, he cannot discern—

 A sudden but stifled squeal cut through the store. It’s quiet, but he knows it is Mono. The Thin Man reacted immediately, flashing across the rows, some of the items formerly cemented by time and rust toppled off the slates. He streaked to the end of the aisles and addressed the scene.

 A familiar rectangular shape peered back at him, the little rumpled hat seated on the cluttered shelf beside him. The Thin Man gaped, stunned. Hats made sense to him, but he thought the child was beyond the paper bag now. Really, he shouldn’t be surprised. Whenever Mono made speek with his own likeness, it was always topped with one.

 Mono took the bag off and worked at the eye holes a little more, trimming carefully with studious precision, turning the bag this way and that or flipping it around. He checked a few times, assuring that the eye holes lined up. It was looking exactly like the one he wore, when the Thin Man emerged from the television.

 “You don’t need that,” he rumbled, moving closer to the shelf. “Child.”

 Mono mumbled a noise and scooted away, focused settled on his mask. “Fix.” Upon reaching for the paper bag in his hands, the child wrenched away with a little snort and turned his back.

 Sighing, the Thin Man plucked up the hat and held it closer to the boy. “Hats suit you better. And, your little feather.”

 “Feh-th’rrr,” the child muttered, still fixated on the paper bag. “S’maj-ee-kal. H’s fet-err mah-jik g’t tol.” He stashed the paper bag in his coat, then turned to the Thin Man reaching for the hat feather.

 The Thin Man didn’t comment. That mask would resurface soon enough, but Mono was responding to him now. He relinquished the hat and watched the child drop off the shelf, into the shallow water.

 “Fea-therr,” he enunciated, as he followed the child.

 “Feht-err. Feaa-th’r.”

  “No. Feath-Eer.”

 “Fe-thf-RR.”

 Was he doing that on purpose?

 The child elected one aisle to wade down, scanning the surface prospects for anything appealing. Some of the food labels and packaging didn’t endure, but some containers would have safeguarded the contents. With a leap Mono began climbing the slates, checking packages – occasionally stopping to peer through the gloom – other times, he tore plastic or aluminum wrappers apart and sniffed at the contents. Or stuck his tongue to something that looked mostly edible.

 For a while the Thin Man watched, but not directly. He watched the other end of the aisle, keeping Mono in the fringe of his view. If he turned away an inch, he had no doubt the boy would flutter off again.

 “Can you speek, ‘I am Mono’?” At current, the child was digging into a food paste container. He stared at the Thin Man, while licking his fingers. “Mono. Try this speek. I.” The boy slowed at reaching into the container again, just… staring. “Mono. This speek. Can you repeat this? I. Come now. I….”

 At last he ventured, quietly, “I….”

 “Am.”

 “Mm.”

 “No. Aa-Mm.”

 “Mono.”

 “No. Listen now, like this. ‘Aam.”

 “Aam.”

 The static bristled, he brought a hand to his face. Unhindered, the boy rifled through some other package. “What do you want to eat? What have you got there?”

 The child shrugged. He adjusted the container, still working on the food paste, and dug out another handful of unappealing goop. He would be eating faster, if it was not so goopy.

 The Thin Man took a long draw on his cigarette and exhaled. “What sort of food is that? What would you call it?”

 Another shrug. Mono pulled over another open container, some sort of bag, and dumped some of the contents into the partially eaten goop paste.

 “I want speek, child. What sort of food is that? Can you tell me?”

 The child pushed his hat back a margin and stared. He shoved the container a fraction along the shelf edge closer to him, but couldn’t travel further than an inch due to the clutter of packaging and intolerable food things he shoved aside (but not off to the floor). “T’n… share?” he whispered. “Th’s good. N’plenty. Lot’s un—”

 “No, I don’t want that.” He pinched his brow. This child. He did this on purpose, he swore. “Food.” The boy tilted his head. He stood there, hugging the container to his chest. “Can you repeat my speek. I have food.”

 A tentative, “Do’y?”

 He took a long deep breath and exhaled slowly. “Pay attention. Listen. Repeat. This speek. I. Have. Food. I. Have. Food.” This was going nowhere. The boy just… wouldn’t respond. He tried slower this time, “Mono. You know how to do this. Just repeat. I. Have. Foo-ood.”

 “I-h’ve ffh-ood.”

 “Slower.” He took a quick nip of the cigarette, and once more, “I. Have. Food.”

 “D’food.”

 Why? Just why?

 This time, he elected a container from the shelf that looked viable – a jam or jelly – and stepped closer to the boy. “I have food.” He held it up. The boy crouched down and looked from the newly presented container, then to the tall thin man. “I. Will. Give. Food. Can you repeat that speek?”

 The boy huddled there looking bewildered, like his hat was doing acrobatic flips. “Speek?”

 “Just repeat it, child. Repeat what I speek.”

 “N… t’share?” The Thin Man clapped the jar on the shelf beside Mono, and the boy winced aside.

 “My word, child. I don’t want the food.” He stepped back when the boy released his container, and it splashed into the floor below.

 “S’speek share?”

 “We know the same speek. You know this, we’ve been over this.” He clasped his hands over his face. “You just garble everything.” Was it something he did? Did he actually break the child? Did he foul up when he tuned the transmission? For the life of him, he didn’t grasp the problem.

 “M’speek? S’not good?”

 The Thin Man grimaced behind his hands. “It… needs work.”

 “Oh.”

 ‘Oh,’ he says. As if they hadn’t spent a half hour or whatever on this.

 The boy tore open a new package and began stuffing his mouth with the food. He did better with something dry and lighter.

 “All right,” he sighed, through smoke. “Let’s try this. I am tired.” Mono rasped a sound in his throat and scooted away, further back onto the shelf among containers of food. He turned his back to the Thin Man and kept eating. “Child….”

 Mono coughed, then choked out, “Eat.” Then resumed chewing.

 For now, the Thin Man let it go. He imparted, “Be sure to breathe.” And let the boy be.

 The whole mess of linguistics frustrated him to no end. How did it get this bad? By the time he was abandoned in the Tower, he had a firm vocabulary established. The child too, they could carry conversations during their alliance and following the treachery. What had gone wrong? How did he fix this?

 Then, the child would get frustrated and shut down. Wouldn’t push himself to do better, or try to learn. This intolerable child. Completely content to butcher through a mediocre dialect.

 The Thin Man returned to the dry patch of floor where the child rested before, and slid his back against the wall to drop into his slouch. He hoped Mono didn’t shred through all those packages and left some food viable, so he could leave him somewhere for a time. He needed a break from this.

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2. Compare -- Anxiety

3. Assess -- Skill required

An epilator is a electric epilation system that removes hair from the origin. It's a pair of tweezers onto a rotating wheel which immediately eliminates many hairs with every pass of this epilator on skin. There may be anywhere from 20 to 100 tweezers within an epilator, or so the epilator can pull two to 4 days the hair with every brief pass.

Epilators may be plug apparatus or rechargeable battery, for dry use only or for wet/dry that allow you to use them at the shower, also include numerous useful accessories which may decrease the pain.

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Waxing is the procedure of employing a gentle or hard wax skin at the direction of hair growth then taking away the hair from its origins by immediately pulling off the wax. A fantastic excellent wax will deteriorate quickly to the hairs rather than skin, carrying the hairs onto it if it's pulled off. Waxes come in 2 chief consistencies -- gentle wax and hard wax.

Soft wax is your milder version that's eliminated with wax strips made from cotton or recycled paper. Hard wax is thought better for waxing rough hair. It's less tacky and may be pull off since it cools by multiplying the edge of the implemented wax and thus that you don't require any strips to get hard wax depilation.

All waxing also gently exfoliates skin by also removing a coating of the deceased skin cells.

Want to find out more? Read our comprehensive guide to waxing at home here, complete with a cookie cutter, pain levels, and comprehensive reviews on a number of the greater waxing kits to get home available now.

1. Compare -- That lasts more

Lets assume you have a fantastic waxing procedure and a fantastic excellent epilator and you aren't breaking hairs in the skin and actually are pulling them out from the origin: Hair removal by the epilator or waxing ought to continue both long, which is anywhere from two weeks to 4 months.

However, once you epilate or wax along with the hair grows back , how soon will you wax or epilate? To wax , you are going to want the hair to return into a 1/ 4 of an inch or longer. Otherwise, the wax won't have the ability to hold the hair. On the flip side, a fantastic epilator can catch hairs which are just 1/ 2 of an inch. That means you might epilate sooner.

But some folks might discover that should they epilate hairs as they come , they should epilate more often. Hair grows back in phases, which means you can always have hair growth in. It is likely that throughout your own regrowth, all of the hair which you pulled out did not regrow. That means you might end up epilating more frequently for each time hairs cycle during their stages and return in. With waxing, since you need to wait till hairs achieve a certain period, you might realize that you are ready to eliminate more hairs since hairs have grown back in as you continue removed hair.

So each has its own advantages and disadvantages. Based upon your lifestyle or needs, you could find that one works best for you.

The epilator or waxing triumph on the premise that they continue equally long. However, you are going to have the ability to epilate new expansion sooner than you will have the ability to wax fresh expansion.

2. Compare -- Price

Let's suppose you bought a mid sized best epilator for approximately $100. Epilators are a 1 time purchase and should you take good care of these, you do not need to get replacement heads or alternative parts to get a lifetime. So that's a 1 time price of $100.

If you are waxing, you will have to change out your wax since you workout. If you are using hard wax, then all you want to wax is your wax. But if you are using wax, then you are also utilizing disposable wax strips and waxing applicators such as popsicle sticks. Gigi brand's replacement wax prices $10-20 and ought to last about 3 weeks even when you're using it 2x per month. Replacing strips and applicators might cost $25 complete but will last the entire year. So doing the math, you could invest $80 maximum for your initial year of waxing at home when you're tough wax and $105 maximum for your initial year of waxing using soft wax.

Obviously, we contrasted epilators versus waxing in the home for our example . Obtaining a wax performed professionally will cost a great deal more than that.

The price of epilators versus waxing is exactly the exact same for the initial year, but you are going to see your prices increase linearly annually with waxing while an epilator is a 1 time price.

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Evaluate -- Pain

Both the epilator and wax pull out the hair from the root so are more debilitating than shaving or a depilatory lotion which merely removes the hair at the skin's surface rather than below.

Epilators can be especially painful if you generally shave or use a depilatory (compound shaving) lotion like Nair in which the hair isn't eliminated from the origin but just in the skin's surface. That is because over the time your own hair follicle (or root of the hair) regrows more hair every time that it's shaved and the hair follicle becomes quite powerful over time since it regrows and regrows. When you yank out the hair from its origin, the hair which grows back in seems nicer.

This really is what causes people to believe that waxing or epilating makes hair grow less and nicer, but that's really a myth. In fact, shaving leaves a thicker follicle (appears darker), and pulling it from the origin cause a thinner hair return. There is not less hair consequently.

Therefore, in the event that you've just shaved to date then you attempt using an epilator, you are pulling out this thicker follicle that will hurt more than if you're pulling out a follicle which was yanked out lately and regrown. Tweezing those hairs out can be debilitating.

If you would like to epilate long term rather than wax, but possess just shaved thus far, we advise that you wax off all of the hair after then epilate the regrowth. The epilator will harm much less in this manner.

This brings us into the pain of waxing. High powered epilators may have near 100 tweezers and may pull a great deal of hairs with every pass. Waxing additionally brings out a great deal of hair simultaneously. On the other hand, the procedure for placing warm wax onto skin, pressingand then immediately removing the wax sends a great deal of sensory info at once to your mind and a great deal of individuals discover that waxing may hurt less. Some waxes are soothing to the skin too and may decrease redness while cleansing the skin. In comparison to epilating for the very first time, waxing hurts much less and is much simpler.

Waxing hurts a bit less than the epilator. The senses are distinct, however, and several men and women discover they are fast accustomed to epilator pain and also find it a lot easier to address than waxing.

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Compare -- Just how long each takes Employing an epilator is extremely straightforward. Pass the epilator in skin against the hair growth and it'll remove double-digit quantities of hairs with every pass.

Using wax, you need to do a little bit of planning to prepare for waxing. Namely, you have to heat your wax that could take 5-15 minutes depending on the wax.

If your accounts for heating up wax, then the epilator can eliminate hair quicker. But as soon as the wax is heated up, a seasoned waxer will eliminate hair equally as quickly as somebody who utilizes epilators regularly.

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If you are a newcomer, you likely will get rid of exactly the identical quantity of hair quicker using an epilator compared to waxing.

But if you've crushed often, it is going to take you the exact same period of time to remove hair as though you were using an epilator.

So there's less of a learning curve using an epilator compared to waxing. But that learning curve may be well worth it since you're much less inclined to break hair through waxing since wax does a fantastic job of pulling out hair at the origin with very little work. Having an epilator, it's simple to get started but there's some skill involved in really pulling out the hair rather than breaking it. A fantastic excellent epilator helps for this.

Evaluate -- Convenience

Lay a towel down and you'll be able to epilate anywhere. Particularly in case you've got a battery billed epilator. You're able to epilate before the television as you catch up on the most recent show. You may even take an epilator with you once you travel and epilate at a resort.

To wax, then you have to cover the ground using a more durable cover of any sort (paper, a paper bag, etc) to catch drips. In addition, you require a reliable heating source and might want to be close to a microwave to reheat your wax or a socket to plug into your wax warmer. It'd definitely be awkward to attempt and choose your wax kit along with you while traveling. But, none of them are inconveniences if you are home.

The epilator wins just as it's simpler to pack for traveling.

The epilator wins hardly complete. If you're searching for a fast, simple electronic gadget, possess pain tolerance, also enjoy the ease of having the ability to remove hair on the move, then the epilator is the buddy. In case you've got extra sensitive skin, do not mind the further preparation of waxing, and favor a tried and classic process of hair removal, then waxing is the go-to.

Nevertheless, you might prioritize 1 attribute or attribute over another, so only you can choose that may be a much better way of hair removal for you. We expect this breakdown helped you to decide which attribute was important and make an educated choice.

Know more about epilators or waxing in home

If you would like to find more information, take a look at our Complete Guide to Epilating with testimonials of the top epilators here.

Or you wish to try your hands in waxing at home since these salon visits are adding up? We have written a handy manual to Wax in the home . Take a look for tips on getting started and which wax choices are offered for various skin types or lifestyles.

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7 best Facial Hair Removal Creams

Hair expulsion creams, otherwise called depilation creams, are made for all aspects of your body that would require shaving, for example, your underarms, legs, swimsuit territory and upper lip also. Hair evacuation creams are called depilatory creams, as depilation implies expelling the hair from the skin level. Procedures, for example, manual shaving and shaving creams do precisely this.

Then again, hair evacuation procedures, for example, laser expulsion, waxing, and sugaring including removing the hair; that is hauling it out directly from the root and in this manner these are alluded to as epilation. Depilatory procedures are a mess less difficult than epilation and both these techniques have been made effectively open and helpful to do at home.

Be that as it may, shouldn't something be said about hair all over? A few ladies will in general have more hair on their jaws and upper lip zone. While there are techniques, for example, stringing, waxing and tweezing the hair in the eyebrows and rest of the face, these frequently require an outing to the salon. Enter facial hair evacuation creams, that can be utilized securely on the face, take under 10 minutes to work and can basically be cleaned away.

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Facial Hair Removal for Women

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Facial Hair Removal Cream is profoundly basic in nature, and the pH levels of the skin all over are somewhat acidic. This implies the remover creams work by dissolving the hair all over from its pole and making it simpler to expel or wipe away. These creams are valuable for those in a rush and can spare you from costly salon trips. They frequently work in minutes and leave the skin delicate and smooth.

There are a huge amount of facial hair evacuation creams available for all skin types. We have gathered a rundown of the seven best facial hair expulsion cream for all skin types.

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The Seven Best Facial Hair Removal Creams

Nair Hair Remover Moisturizing Face Cream, with Sweet Almond Oil

Nairs Moisturizing Facial Hair Remover Cream

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A smash hit on Amazon, this hair expulsion cream by Nairs is the go-to for some ladies for facial hair evacuation. It is uniquely detailed remembering delicate skin types, and can be utilized for all skin types. The hair expulsion cream is ideal for expelling facial hair from upper lip, jaw and sides of the face

The facial hair expulsion cream is planned with saturating fixings that help to leave the skin smooth and hydrated in the wake of shaving. It contains mineral and almond oil that help to renew the skin and keep it hydrated post-shave

The cream is profoundly focused so you should just leave it on for under 10 minutes. It tends to be utilized to shave both slim and coarse facial hair. The facial hair expulsion cream from Nairs arrives in a pink shading and is both veggie lover and mercilessness free.

Highlights

Facial hair expulsion cream for evacuating hair on upper lips, jawline and rest of the face

Contains saturating fixings that help to hydrate the skin subsequent to shaving

Almond and mineral oil help to keep the skin saturated

Can be utilized for all skin types; particularly touchy skin type

Masters

Incredible for all skin types

Conveys brings about 10 minutes

Saturating fixings that help alleviate and keep skin hydrated

Vegetarian and brutality free

Cons

Solid aroma

Concentrated so just leave for 10 minutes

Appraisals

4 stars out of 5 stars (normal client appraisals)

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Veet 3-in-1 Face Cream Hair Remover Sensitive Formula With Aloe Vera and Vitamin E

Veet Facial hair Removal Cream Kit

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This arrangement of facial hair expulsion cream from Veet accompanies the evacuation cream, a completing cream and a bended implement. All these work together to give you the best facial shaving experience. The cream can be utilized for all skin types.

This facial hair expulsion cream chips away at a wide range of hair, and can even expel ingrown hair also. The equation contains Aloe Vera and Vitamin E that will help calm and shield the skin from any cuts or scratches. It additionally has a Silk and Fresh innovation, a restrictive Veet innovation that keeps the skin hydrated for 24 hours and abandons no waiting smell.

The cream is profoundly successful, and works in less than 6 minutes. The bended implement serves to appropriately evacuate the cream and the hair from the root. The completing cream goes about as a saturating cream to assist keep with cleaning quiet and hydrated post-shave.

Highlights

3 out of 1 arrangement of facial hair expulsion cream, implement and completing cream

Contains Aloe Vera and Vitamin E to alleviate and hydrate the skin

Can be utilized on all skin and hair types

Bended implement assists with expelling all the hair

Experts

Can be utilized on all skin types

3in 1 facial hair expulsion set

Conveys brings about 6 minutes

Can likewise help with ingrown hair

Cons

Solid smell

Evaluations

4 stars out of 5 stars (normal client evaluations)

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Olay Smooth Finish Facial Hair Removal Duo

Olay Face Hair Removal Cream

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This facial hair expulsion team from Olay comprises of a facial hair evacuation cream and skin-quieting analgesic which cooperate to expel all facial hair and give clean and glowy skin. This facial cream was intended for medium to coarse facial hair types.

The facial hair evacuation cream in this couple is exceptionally focused and conveys results in less than 8 minutes, It can be utilized on all skin types, particularly touchy skin types. The skin-guarding medicine is a pre-shaving cream that prepares the skin and ensures the expulsion cream doesn't come in direct contact with the skin.

Apply the skin guarding cream and back rub it into the skin for 20 seconds. Apply the evacuation cream a short time later and leave it on for 8 minutes. Evacuate the cream with a cotton cushion.

Highlights

2 of every one facial hair evacuation set with facial hair expulsion cream and skin guarding ointment

Reasonable for all skin types

Intended for medium to coarse hair types

The hair evacuation goes on for a quarter of a year

Professionals

Skin guarding analgesic shields skin from any mischief

Can be utilized for fine to coarser hair

Impact goes on for 3 months

Can be utilized on all skin types

Cons

Overwhelming smell

Appraisals

4 stars out of 5 stars (normal client appraisals)

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Avon SSS Fresh and Smooth Facial Hair Removal Cream – Sensitive Skin

Avon SSS Fresh and Smooth Facial Hair Remover

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This facial hair expulsion cream from Avon conveys the quickest outcomes out of any cream on this rundown; just 2 minutes required to expel undesirable bothersome facial hair. The facial hair evacuation cream is without any smell and is extraordinary for touchy skin types.

The hair evacuation cream is defined with Aloe Vera and Meadowfoam Oil. The aloe vera give the skin massive hydration post shaving. The meadowfoam oil, that assists with expanding the time span of usability of the cream and hydrate the skin.

The facial hair evacuation cream has no counterfeit scent and can be serenely utilized on touchy skin types. The shaving cream can convey results in less than 2 minutes yet you can likewise keep it on for 8 minutes

Highlights

Quickest shaving time for any facial hair evacuation cream-works in less than 2 minutes

Contains Aloe vera that assists hydrate with cleaning post shave

Medoewfoam helps keep the shaving cream scentless

Can be utilized serenely for all skin types

Aces

Results in less than 2 minutes

Reasonable for fine to medium facial hair

Aloe Vera calms the skin

Unscented

Cons

Not powerful on coarse hair.

Appraisals

4 stars out of five stars (normal client appraisals)

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Sally Hansen Facial Hair Remover Kit,

Sally Hensen Facial Hair Remover Cream

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The Sally Hensen Facial hair remover cream is enhanced with various plant-based fixings and collagen to make for a cream that will sustain and saturate your skin while shaving. The cream is appropriate for medium to fine hair development.

The facial hair evacuation cream is advanced with Vitamin E, which profoundly conditions and saturates the skin. The collagen complex of Saw Palmetto, Willow Herb and Pumpkin Seed Extracts assists with blurring appearance of regrowth of the hair and the hair follicles.

The hair evacuation cream is sufficiently delicate to be utilized for the face and for rest of body. It works best for fine to medium hair.

Highlights

Contains a rich mix of plant-based fixings that help to treat the skin while shaving

Nutrient E assists with saturating and alleviate the skin

Montage assists with invigorating skin fix in the wake of shaving

Cmplex of Saw Palmetto, Willow Herb and Pumpkin Seed Extracts help diminish of hair regrowth

Stars

Plant-based fixings

Nutrient E supports and saturates the skin

Reasonable for fine to medium hair

Can be utilized for everywhere throughout the body

Cons

Not reasonable for coarse hair

Appraisals

4 stars out of 5 stars (normal client appraisals)

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Andrea Depilatories and Bleaches, Gentle Facial Hair Remover

Andrea Gentle Facial Hair Remover Cream

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In the crate, you get two segments a facial hair expulsion cream or a quieting aloe ointment. A smash hit on Amazon, this pair successfully shaves the hair while mitigating and treating the skin. It tends to be utilized everywhere throughout the body also.

The facial hair evacuation cream is appropriate for medium to fine hair. The recipe accompanies an aloe salve which ought to be applied in the wake of shaving. This assists with quieting the shaved skin and hydrate it to keep away from dryness that frequently occurs in the wake of shaving.

The cream works by leaving it on for 8 to 10 minutes. This cream anyway wont deal with thick or coarse hair.

Highlights

2 of every 1 arrangement of facial hair remover cream and aloe calming demulcent

Reasonable for all skin types

Appropriate for medium to fine hair

Aloe emollient assists with quieting and hydrate skin post-shave

Aces

Accompanies aloe mitigating ointment

Reasonable for all skin types

Moderate

Can be utilized for different pieces of the body

Cons

Not appropriate for coarse hair

Evaluations

4 stars out of 5 stars (normal client evaluations)

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Simple Hair Removal Ideas with Natural Ingredients

We're met. Unwanted hair on the face is our worst fear, but we get angry red blocks on the face as soon as we continue to thread it. Now, we're going to wax next to us. Now we don't only have red and bad skin, but also bloated and painful.

But before the next meeting/group or any task we wonder we have to face the same problem this time too? And we have returned to the moment of wicked agony! Don't be afraid! Don't panic! As expected, Mother Nature has provided us good ideas, which will encourage us to get on our faces without hair. “With time”, I said because it takes more time to reverse the effects.

Yet, unlike these treatments, adhering to natural products does nothing to harm the delicate facial skin. These will not have any side-effects if you are immune to any one of the natural ingredients. Winsome glow delivers best quality Beauty Products anywhere in the world. 

All of these following items are important to get rid of facial hair. 

 Lentils And Potato Method

Things you needed here

·         Yellow lentil, overnight water-soaked

·         one potato

·         1 TB/s fresh lemon juice

·         1 t/s honey

 What You Have to Do

1.     After Peel, the potato skin, mash it.

2.     Take out the juice from the mashed potato.

3.     Grind the lentils to a smooth paste after removing the water.

4.      Now add the potato juice to the ground lentil paste.

5.     Then add the lemon juice and honey in this mixture.

6.     Add this solution to the areas where excessive hair is found.

7.     Allow it until the paste dries out absolutely for about 20-30 minutes.

8.     Remove the dried paste with fingers

 How Is This Beneficial?

There are Several benefits of potatoes on the skin. The elevated catecholase concentrations in potatoes help lighten the skin tone. Therefore, the lentils and potato combination Hair Removal Cream and also lightens the skin.

  Egg White And Cornstarch Method

Things you need

·         One egg white

·         1 t/s of cornstarch

·         1 t/s sugar

 What You Have to Do

1.     Divide the yolk from the egg white.

2.      Into the egg white, add cornflour and sugar.

3.     Shake it until a smooth paste is formed.

4.     Apply to the unwanted hair areas

5.     Keep for roughly 20-25 minutes, until completely dry

6.     Peel it off when it's dry.

 How This Work Out?

The best way to get rid of Unwanted Hair is egg whites. It's sticky and a slim film covers the body. It helps you to pull off your hair when dry up. In addition, the sugar adds a thick, smooth consistency to the stiffness of the mixture and of the maize flour that facilitates depilation.

Final Words

We share our ideas for the best of your skin. These remedies take time for preparation. But if you are in hurry and want to remove other than facial hair than the market is filled with depilatory creams. Search out the Best Hair Removal Creams Online or in Market. The best we know is Winsome Glow hair removal cream as it is best for sensitive skin and removes hair within five minutes.

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Rating: T Ships: Tomarry Tags: Fem! Tom Riddle, Fem! Harry Potter, Suspense, Mystery, Grief, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Supernatural Elements, Unreliable Narrator, Referenced Minor Character Death, Mentions of Blood.

AN: Just an idea that wouldn’t leave me alone.

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They started as low groans, at first.

Soft sounds, that could easily be mistaken for the moans of wooden beams. Like an old home settling, adjusting to being lived in again. An experience Harrie was more than familiar with after having moved from home to home, after the tragic death of her parents, and soon thereafter, her godfather.

And yet—

While tucked away in her bed, knees pushed against her chest with her head on her pillow, she wondered if that was all it was. If, in the late hours in the evening when she could not get to sleep, there was something more to it.

She’d banished the thought as soon as it came, every time. But Harrie always wondered, eyelids heavy with exhaustion after spending hours moving boxes and trying to make the depilated house livable again, if she was truly alone.

The groans never stopped, but Harrie quickly learned, the sounds had never been the house at all.

Whimpers.

That was what she was hearing. 

She knew it now. More certain than ever that, weeks and weeks since moving in, forced awake by the low moaning sounds, that they were sobs.

She’d tried looking for the source. Many a sleepless night roaming the empty hallways, walking past empty boxes and creaking floorboards, in search of that voice, to find no one.

The only person in this house was Harrie.

But still, she searched, with a heavy heart and frantic breaths, to find the source of all this madness.

Until, finally, Harrie stopped. 

She gave up on the sound, on getting to the bottom of this mystery. It didn’t matter, really, in the end. None of this all did. The voice was just voice, if it was even there at all.

And—

While caught between the twilight of awareness and sleep, she’d forget that there was a voice at all, lulling her and carrying her adrift in much the same way Sirius had done when he’d been alive.

My beautiful, precious girl...

Sometimes, if she tried hard enough, she could almost pretend it was Sirius still mourning the loss of her parents. That the sobbing voice, murmuring and crying into the late hours, was Remus wounded by the loss of his best friend.

All was well for a time, Harrie’s sleepless nights nebulous and fleeting.

Until, those too, weren’t.

With the paint still wet, the pungent smell of bleach thick in her nostrils hours after she’d finished sorting things in her home, cut her thumb on the thin blade of a box cutter, and stuck two of her fingers together with hot glue, the moans graduated into screams. Into a mountainous, all-encompassing screech that was loud enough to wake the dead, to rouse her from her bed with eyes still crusted with sleep.

Help me.

The words were like shards of glass in her brain. Cutting and chilling, desperate and crude like the drawings of a toddler.

Harrie hadn’t known what to make of it.

Forcing herself out of bed to find the source, to skulk about in the shadows with a bat in hand in case the cause of those horrible screams was hiding in her house.

But she’d found nothing in her midnight stroll, saw no shades in the hallway after she’d switched the light on and peered down the corridor.

There was no one there, but Harrie, at that moment, had the feeling that this wouldn’t be the last time.

The screams didn’t stop.

“Harrie.”

The wail was enough to raise the hairs on her arms, to force her to her feet, sweat beading on her brow. It was a feminine cry. Familiar and yet not. The syllables inscrutable shapes that danced in Harrie’s head, her own tongue tracing its enunciation.

She mouthed them in her head to be sure that it was real.

Harrie.

She began to walk, driven now by some compulsion burning in her gut. The floorboards creaked with her weight, moaning with each step she took. Still, Harrie did not stop, leaving both her bat and her common sense, chasing after the harsh cries in the night.

She hadn’t bothered to check the time. She hardly did these days, her mind in a fog as she tried to make sense of her new life here, to get used to living away from the prying eyes of all the friends and family she’d left behind.

Oh, Sirius.

But it was for the best. It was what Sirius would have wanted.

She left in much the way she had from her bed, stumbling and her mind in a daze.

It was days after she’d buried Sirius, eyes dry and her mouth quivering like two tectonic plates grinding away beneath the earth’s surface. She’d just packed her bags and left everything behind her, slipping between the gaps in Ron and Hermione’s hands.

Alone. 

Harrie hadn’t regretted it. Still didn’t. Nothing could ever force her to stay in London after losing everything—

But now, in the stillness of the air around her, she was starting to wonder if it had been a sound decision. If, rather than running away from the monsters lurking in the back of her mind called depression and grief, she should have taken Ron’s, or even Hermione’s, offer to live together.

She banished the thought as soon as it came. There was no point in dwelling on it now, she couldn’t take this back. 

Harrie turned through a corridor, the shadowed hallways muted and empty. There were no pictures on the walls, no potted plants or shelves pressed up against its surface. But this was expected. She’d yet to finish unpacking. There wouldn’t be any furniture, any sign that someone lived in this decrepit little house because she wasn’t truly living there.

Not really. 

She was here, grounded in the physical world, but she wasn’t at the same time. She’d died the same day her parents had, the moment her godfather had been buried into the ground. Alone.

Harrie’s heart swelled in her chest at being faced with the evidence of just how isolated she was. All she had was herself—

And the cries drawing her nearer and nearer to the attic.

Shoving the thought aside, swallowing back the fresh spill of grief deep into her lungs, she continued to move, eyes following the shadows and the lights oozing through her windows.

She knew this path well, having walked it countless times before when she’d been moving things about and tossing things out of the attic earlier in the month.

A left. A right. Turn the corner here—

And then the attic door would be right above the end of the hallway. A single door in a sea of walls painted a faded blue, the only passable color the local hardware store had had to offer.

Harrie stopped at the sight of it, her knees locking and her breaths coming quicker than they had when she’d been startled awake by the screams. The hairs on her arms stood on end, a coil of fear twirling in her stomach, cresting, now that she was at the source of such a terrible sound.

“Help me.”

Harrie winced, her hands clamping over her ears to stop them from ringing. It made her eardrums ache, her molars sit wrong in her mouth like they were someone else’s teeth in her jaw. It was desperate, that voice. Begging and pleading for someone to help them.

To help her, whoever this her was, because it was unmistakable that this was the cry of a woman, desperate and in pain.

Harrie didn’t know what she could bloody do to silence the voice, but she’d do what she needed to, to make this all bloody stop. If that meant helping this woman, if this was even real, then Harrie would.

There’s no going back now.

Sucking in a nervous breath, quelling the whispers of unease and suspicion writhing in her stomach, Harrie walked until she was standing both next to and beneath the attic doorway.

“Harrie.”

Her fingers reached for the strap that would allow her entrance, that with a single tug, would pry it right open. She’d done it many times already, could mimic the precise hand gesture necessary to let her through. 

And yet, her fingers still hesitated. Like this was her first time opening that door.

She curled her hand around the string with trepidation, her heart beating wildly in her chest. Afraid.

The screams had come to an abrupt halt at the gesture, and Harrie nearly lost her nerve, another spike of dread spreading through her senses. 

She paused, listening for anything in the darkness, for the shadows in the hallway to unveil and reveal monstrous entities that were roaming its walls.

Nothing happened, and before Harrie backed out of this, pulled.

The attic opened with a low creak, a wooden ladder sliding away until it clicked on the floor.

Darkness, deep and oppressive, met her gaze.

It was bottomless, like someone had snuffed out every light source in the room. It was unsurprising, and yet, Harrie in the tiniest corner of her mind, had hoped that she would be able to see into the room without needing to climb inside, be able to peek into the shadows and find the faceless woman screaming her lungs out.

Swallowing, Harrie forced herself to look away from the attic entrance and focus on the stairs, hands curling around the sides.

“Help me.”

Harrie stumbled, hands nearly losing their grip on the ladder. A curse lodged in her throat, but she swallowed it back down before it could erupt from her vocal cords. The voice had come closer this time, clearer. 

If Harrie had any doubts before that this was a woman, she was certain of it now.

She didn’t move for some time, hardly breathing at all. She didn’t want to make a sound, didn’t want to make more noise than she already had.

Minutes passed, and when nothing shot out from the shadows, Harrie relaxed, if only slightly.

Harrie gripped the sides of the ladder until her fingers ached and began her ascent, her mind fluctuating between concern and distress in equal measure. She was unnerved by what she might find, even when the air was silent, empty of those screams.

She wasn’t a believer of the supernatural and definitely didn’t believe in monsters. Not the ones that movies often portrayed, anyway. Not the creatures with horrifying teeth and too wide eyes, no.

The only monsters she knew of were in her head. The ones in her dreams and the ones that resembled Sirius’s empty eyes when she’d found him dead in his living room.

Those were the monsters she knew, and for all the adrenaline rushing through her veins, it was plausible that this was a dream and nothing more. Just a vivid nightmare. A psychological manifestation of every trauma she’d experienced as a young girl growing into an adult.

A dream...

Harrie had always been a vivid dreamer, even as a kid. Always wild and piecing together fantastical universes behind her clenched eyelids, even when she wanted nothing more than to wade in darkness. 

God, let this be a dream.

She paused just inches from the opening and stared into the nebulous unknown. There was nothing there, but still, she sucked in shallow breaths. A bead of sweat gathering in the nape of her neck that slid from the exposed skin down into her shirt and over her spine.

She didn’t know how long she stared at it. Hours? Minutes? Harrie couldn’t be certain, but at that moment, it didn’t matter.

She had come all this way, had risen from her bed in only a t-shirt and shorts. If there was something there, she would find out right then.

Harrie’s insides clenched at the same time she gripped the edges of the attic doorway, her arms shaking with her efforts to heave herself inside. Her head bowed forward, chin nearly touching her chest with the effort to push, push, and push.

Ice touched her hands in an instant, curling over the backs of her hands like a physical weight.

Harrie froze, mid-lift, eyes wide with dread.

The ice began to move, slide and trail down her hands until they coiled over her wrists, squeezing them hard enough to make her wince.

“Harrie …”

A thrill spiked up her spine, her head lifting almost against her will, as if there were some sort of compulsion urging her to look, to see—

Harrie stopped breathing altogether. A scream died in her throat, her heart fluttering in her chest like the frantic beats of a frightened bird’s wings.

A face stared back at her in the shadows.

Beautiful.

A woman in white.

She was the loveliest creature Harrie had ever seen. Eyes with long, spidery lashes Harrie could count without hesitation, with how close they were. Lashes dark and rich like the strands of hair framing the woman’s head, falling and pooling through the gap in the attic like long and black rivers.

Harrie couldn’t move, possessed.

The woman smiled at her, red eyes flashing dangerously, sharp and white teeth emerging from her lips, like the roots of an ancient tree.

“My beautiful, precious girl…”

Her nails dug into Harrie's wrists, cutting into the skin until something wet came away. Warm and viscous, the moisture rolled down Harrie’s shaking arms like tiny streams.

Still, Harrie didn’t move, couldn’t.

“Won’t you save me?” The woman asked, voice soft and airy, mesmeric. Harrie’s attention dropped to woman’s lips, red and parted, teeth poking from the skin with each syllable the woman said. “Won't you help me?”

Harrie’s mouth parted, but nothing came out. It was as if the words she’d wanted to say had become caught in her throat. Trapped.

“Help me, Harrie Potter—”

Bloody tears welled up in the corners of the woman’s eyes, running like bloody rivers down her pale cheeks. One dripped on Harrie’s cheek, but neither one of them made a move to wipe it away.

“—And I promise, you shall never be lonely again.”

[itstriabeauty4x-blog]

the things about hair removal

Permanent hair removal is the use of hair removal laser to generate ultra-high frequency oscillation signals, forming an electrostatic field, acting on the hair, destroying the hair follicles, removing the hair, and no longer growing new hair, achieving permanent hair removal.

Temporary hair removal is to temporarily remove the hair by using a depilatory agent or a depilatory wax, but new hair will grow soon. The depilatory agent includes a depilatory liquid, a depilatory cream and a depilatory cream, and contains a chemical component capable of dissolving the hair, solubilizes the hair shaft, and achieves the purpose of depilation, and is mostly used for depilating small fluff, and often used to make the newborn hair become thinner and lighter. And it is easy to use and can be used at home. Chemical depilatory agents are more irritating to the skin, so they should not be attached to the skin for a long time. After use, they must be cleaned with warm water and then coated with a nutrient cream. Note that allergic skin should not be used.

Permanent hair removal

Laser hair removal laser hair removal

This is a method of modern medical beauty. It uses the selective photothermal effect of the laser to pass a specific wavelength of laser light through the epidermis layer, allowing the melanin in the hair follicle to selectively absorb the laser light, thereby generating thermal effects, necrosis of the hair follicle, and no growth of the hair follicle. Since the process of endothermic and necrotic hair follicles is irreversible, the use of laser hair removal can achieve permanent hair removal.

Laser hair removal has the advantages of thorough hair removal, high speed of operation, no damage to the epidermis, and inconspicuous pigmentation. It should be noted that laser hair removal generally needs to be carried out 3-6 times in order to achieve permanent hair removal.

Photon hair removal

Photon hair removal is an upgraded version of laser hair removal. It is also the most commonly used hair removal method for female stars. It is the most safe, effective, fast and no side effect high-tech hair removal method. It is the principle that the melanin in the hair follicle can absorb the light of a specific wavelength band, so that the temperature of the hair follicle is rapidly increased, thereby accurately destroying the hair convex and the nipple in the hair follicle, causing it to coagulate and necrosis, thereby achieving the purpose of removing the body hair.

Photon hair removal takes a short time, no special care is needed after surgery, and it has the advantages of small pain, long-lasting effect and no damage to the epidermis. However, it usually takes 4-6 operations to achieve permanent hair removal. In addition, it should be noted that the body should not be exposed to the hot sun within 2-4 weeks after the photon hair removal surgery.

Contraindications

Local or systemic inflammation, immune system defects, abnormal blood clots, photoallergies, using aspirin or antioxidants

Mentally unhealthy people and pregnant women.

Electrotherapy hair removal electrotherapy hair removal

Electrotherapy hair removal is to insert a very thin wire into the root of the body hair and then energize it, so that the current destroys the hair follicle, thus achieving the effect of permanent hair removal. Before using hairdressing to remove hair, you need to put anesthetic on the hair removal part. During the process of hair removal, the surface of the skin will be slightly burnt, resulting in temporary small scars. After about a week, these scars will scar and detach. It takes about 20 seconds to remove one using electrotherapy, so this method is suitable for people with less hair loss. In addition, people with scars should be careful to use electrotherapy hair removal to avoid leaving small spots.

YA-man laser hair removal machine STA-172

Before use, please be sure to scrape off all your hair before using it! ! Otherwise you will find that the hair removal effect of this machine is almost 0! The main principle is to make the hair grow slower, and gradually achieve the effect of permanent hair removal. After using this machine, the biggest feeling is that the speed of hair growth is really slow, and the newly grown hair becomes softer than before. And the skin becomes particularly smooth and detailed

Use part: whole body

Silkn sensepil xl

The only difference between the normal version and this XL is the life of the lamp. XL is suitable for the whole body. If you only want to kneel down or several areas, it is enough to buy one of the most common versions. The girl with more hair is recommended to buy one. Before using the razor, the long-term use is black and black. A little bit, can't stand it! ! Now that I have used this one, my underarms are white and tender, and the little black spots have been beaten before. The large area is not long-haired. Only a few of them are similar to small hairs. I believe that they will continue to fight. No such section, covering a large area, saving time

Applicable parts: whole body

Tria 4x

Small laser hair removal device, the principle goes to the hospital laser hair removal hospital! There are stalls, more affordable than going to the hospital, but this is still very painful, insist, do more times

Use parts: underarm and bikini line

Temporary hair removal

Japanese cecile maia hair removal cream

The characteristics are very mild and the smell is very good! Use before bathing, the whole body can be used, the shortest one minute can be completed, it is more difficult to remove, such as the mane to stay for 5 minutes, just wipe it off with a paper towel, no longer use a razor, the sponge head is convenient and fast and contains hair suppressing ingredients, this After a few times, the hair growth rate will be much slower.

Use part: whole body

Marbella hair removal wax, wax paper

Depilatory wax paper, can take away, take off the whole piece of pain, violent means, immediate, easy to pull off, so the third day you can see them grow, burn money

Hair removal beeswax, household, hair is too short to apply

Use part: leg underarm

Wei Ting Hair Removal Cream

After personal use, I feel that it is still somewhat pungent. Chemical hair removal is inevitable. It is not clean. The advantage is that it is good to sell. It is cheap. This is quite gentle. People with less hair can choose this.

Use parts: legs, arms

Shu Fu Lady Shaver

If you don't like chemical hair removal, you can consider the blade 喔, clean and easy to use, fast, and cheap. It is worthwhile to catch up with activities. There are many different blades for sensitive skin and neutral skin. The disadvantage is the comparison of hair length. fast

Use parts: legs, arms

Kanebo Hair Removal Mousse

Very dense foam, like fresh cream, can be applied to the parts where hair removal is required. If the thickness is 3mm, cover the hair. Let stand for 5-10 minutes, according to the softness of your hair, then wipe it off with paper or scraper.

Use parts: legs, arms

Etude House raised her hands for 5 minutes to gently remove hair cream

As long as 5 minutes, you can easily go to the donkey. This model comes with a painless hair removal sponge. It is easy to remove hair without stimulation, but it is not too clean.

Use parts: legs, arms

Three suggestions for summer hair removal:

1, hair loss may lead to skin infections

It is reported that there are not a few patients who have skin discomfort in the hospital every year because of hair loss. The doctor reminded that underarms are sweaty and moist parts of the human body, and the skin is thinner and tenderer than other parts, and it is more likely to breed bacteria and cause infection.

2, the epilator should not be shared with others

Therefore, when choosing the way to remove hair under the armpit, you should consider a safer and more effective way. If you use a stripper to remove hair, the stripper must be kept clean and dry. Always disinfect, don't share a stripper with others.

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🇫🇷 Ce printemps, @decleorparis met les huiles essentielles à l’honneur avec ce joli trio composé d’un gommage corps à l’huile essentielle de pamplemousse, d’un gel douche à l’huile essentielle de néroli bigarade et d’un gel frais post épilation aux huiles essentielles de clou de girofle et de camomille 🌼 Les odeurs sont complètement dingues 😍 Vous connaissez ? Bonne soirée 😘 • 🇬🇧 This spring, @decleorparis celebrates essential oils with this pretty trio composed of a body scrub with grapefruit essential oil, a shower gel with neroli bigarade essential oil and a fresh post-depilation gel with clove and chamomile essential oils 🌼 The scents are to die for 😍 Have you tried any of these before? Have a nice evening 😘 • #decleorparis #huilesessentielles #printemps #bodycare #skincare #essentialoils #spring #beautyroutine #cosmetics #beautyaddict https://www.instagram.com/p/BwfOdKbg7UV/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1t524bvyn4800

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5.4 Archimboldo translation (à la Eliana Vicari)

Materials.

• A text for translation that centers around a particular lexical or figural field (see below). 

Steps

• Modulate the lexical or figural field found in the text into different one. 

Examples

• Original text : “Madame Groichant”, an ‘Arcimboldo verbal’ by Jacques Roubaud

Mme Groichant était crémeuse, abondante, à haute et compliquée chevelure chocolatée, s’apparentant par bien des aspects aux innombrables éclairs, religieuses et charlottes que défournait quotidiennement et excellemment son mari ; elle était dodue comme un croissant aux amandes et lente comme la fonte d’un vacherin. Sa lenteur naturelle était encore aggravée par son incapacité arithmétique notoire, ainsi que par les exigences tumultueuses de la série des neufs petits Groichant, sortis annuellement et successivement du four conjugal avec la réussite et l’enthousiasme des célèbres puits d’amour de leur père. (La Belle Hortense, 76-77).

• Modulations : “Les sœurs de Mme Groichant”, three samples by Eliana Vicari. Translated and/or inspired by yours truly.  

Ms. Francpoise

Ms. Francpoise was fresh, juicy, with very and complicated orangey hair, resembling in a number of ways the innumerable strawberries, watermelons, blackcurrants and cherries that her husband selected excellently and daily; velvety and tender like a peach, she was however hard and long to cook like beans. She was naturally slow, and this was aggravated by her infamous arithmetic inabilities, as well as by the tumultuous exigencies of the collection of nine little Francpoises, who popped out yearly and successively from the conjugal cabbage patch with the success and enthusiasm of their father’s famous “personalized passionfruit.

Ms. Tournepeau

Fleshy, pulpy, vaguely aged, with a frankly horsey grin and a smidgen of bovine in her eye, Ms. Tournepeau resembled in a number of ways the innumerable guinea fowl rolls, turkeys stuffed with chestnut, and geese with sauerkraut that her husband stocked excellently and daily; she was plump as a capon stuffed with foie gras and slow as a stew. She was naturally slow, and this was aggravated by her infamous arithmetic inabilities, as well as by the tumultuous exigencies of the collection of nine little Tournepeaus who were delivered yearly and successively from the meat locker with the success and enthusiasm of their father’s famous slow-cooked pork. 

Ms. Zoles

Ms. Zoles was dry, airing her arid knockers like flounders in a barrel. She wore a tiny smile like a puffer-fish from atop which she gazed like a whiting out of water. Sleeping with the salmon and eating at all hours, she was fishing for compliments much the way her husband voraciously gutted his mussels. She was slippery as a red herring, thin and svelte as a young eel. Moreover, she had accrued a turbot-like speed by means of her notorious mathematical abilities, which she needed much more than an anchovy needs a bicycle because she had to respond to the boisterous demands of the many mini Zoles in the sea, who appeared annually and successively from the conjugal trawler, which produced many oysters to fry. 

Variation: 

• Arcimboldo gendertranslation: translate changing the gender. Originals by Eliana Vicari. 

Mr. Ébilachion

Mr. Ébilachion was perfectly made-over, immaculate, beautified, his face moisturized, his moustache unctuous and moist, luxuriant as a brush. His head glistened, admirably deplumed down to a hair’s breadth. He resembled in a number of ways the innumerable exfoliations and depilations, manicures, pedicures and filings that his wife undertook excellently and daily. He was polished, tonified, slimmed, firmed, sculpted like a god, and yet… strange but true… slow… slow like the setting of a no-chip nail polish. He was naturally slow and this was aggravated by his infamous arithmetic inabilities, as well as by the tumultuous exigencies of the collection of nine little Ébilachions, born yearly and successively from the eternal conjugal wax heater with the success and enthusiasm of their mother’s famous massages, accompanied by the her sweet affectionate voice whispering: “just lay there and look pretty.” 

Mr. Couvelnail 

Mr. Couvelnail had tattooed arms, his left ear pierced with an ornamented hoop, his tight, clean-shaven hairstyle was oddly striped, resembling in a number of ways the innumerable nets, snoods and gangions that his missus baited and hooked excellently and daily. He was plump as a whale in algae and slow as an old man against marlins and sharks. He was naturally slow and this was aggravated by his infamous arithmetic inabilities (his old lady so well-schooled ‘twas hard to count the fish!), as well as by the tumultuous exigencies of the collection of nine little Couvenails, spawned yearly and successively from the creel with the success and enthusiasm of the famous guilled pleasures of their motherfish who, it is said, had a flounder with a swordfish at every port. 

[autodaemonium]

rhpdʃwənwtəeɛɪrðpyɪɑ

Pronounced: rhpdshwuhnwtuheayirthpyiah.

Pantheon of: brachycephaly, primality, snootiness, attentiveness, explosive trace detection, soapiness, impressiveness.

Entities

Ftæənɪʌzvdkklrnnɪlɪi

Pronounced: ftauhniuzvdkklrnnilii Attentiveness: mindfulness. Legends: grooving, background. Prophecies: ramadan. Relations: ydðəlɪhzðiyɛiəŋɑpyɛʃ (radioactive material), rrlfrɪibɒɪðæztŋəaɪaɪkz (subtreasury).

Lttuɪlennkæɪʃlərʒblɪ

Pronounced: lttuilennkaishluhrzbli Attentiveness: carefulness. Prophecies: pulverization, passing, operations research. Relations: rirnrtonənznɪtvɪɪzsi (birthright), təʌwɪɛævrkriinʊŋtɒzð (trade-in), mdɪozbəmvfzsduhɪwəaɪn (superlative), rrlfrɪibɒɪðæztŋəaɪaɪkz (fatherhood).

Mdɪozbəmvfzsduhɪwəaɪn

Pronounced: mdiozbuhmvfzsduhiwuhain Attentiveness: caution. Legends: corporal punishment, dekko, villain, sleeper. Prophecies: excoriation.

Nshdɪʌæduwdpstvæbŋtɒ

Pronounced: nshdiuaduwdpstvabngtou Attentiveness: unmindfulness. Legends: expansion, hunger strike, glorification, beginning, crusade. Prophecies: venture. Relations: lttuɪlennkæɪʃlərʒblɪ (scale), mdɪozbəmvfzsduhɪwəaɪn (volcanic rock).

Rirnrtonənznɪtvɪɪzsi

Pronounced: rirnrtonuhnznitviizsi Attentiveness: caution. Legends: homestretch, oratory, singles, digital communications technology. Prophecies: run-through, recusancy, warpath, mastery, bust-up. Relations: ydðəlɪhzðiyɛiəŋɑpyɛʃ (blood sugar), tbəsɪeutfiiævblnsemð (rag paper), ftæənɪʌzvdkklrnnɪlɪi (installment credit), mdɪozbəmvfzsduhɪwəaɪn (lagniappe).

Rrlfrɪibɒɪðæztŋəaɪaɪkz

Pronounced: rrlfriibouithaztnguhaiaikz Attentiveness: unmindfulness. Legends: finalization, shamble, five-hitter, breath of fresh air, cast. Prophecies: sexual discrimination, reappearance. Relations: əəsəɛpdʒɑsðɛvədoeɑkin (breccia).

Tbəsɪeutfiiævblnsemð

Pronounced: tbuhsieutfiiavblnsemth Attentiveness: caution. Prophecies: leg exercise, hide-and-seek, occlusion, investing. Relations: mdɪozbəmvfzsduhɪwəaɪn (nitrogen dioxide), rirnrtonənznɪtvɪɪzsi (valuable), ydðəlɪhzðiyɛiəŋɑpyɛʃ (topaz).

Tkaɪonɪrmtəɛəbrnrnsəz

Pronounced: tkaionirmtuhayuhbrnrnsuhz Attentiveness: unmindfulness. Legends: triple play. Prophecies: lighterage, gi series. Relations: təʌwɪɛævrkriinʊŋtɒzð (group insurance), nshdɪʌæduwdpstvæbŋtɒ (jacket), ftæənɪʌzvdkklrnnɪlɪi (kinase), ydðəlɪhzðiyɛiəŋɑpyɛʃ (affinity).

Təʌwɪɛævrkriinʊŋtɒzð

Pronounced: tuhuwiayavrkriinoongtouzth Attentiveness: caution. Legends: contest, depilation, roundup, carpentry. Prophecies: defense, bond trading, standing, ball. Relations: ydðəlɪhzðiyɛiəŋɑpyɛʃ (almandite).

Ydðəlɪhzðiyɛiəŋɑpyɛʃ

Pronounced: ydthuhlihzthiyayiuhngahpyaysh Attentiveness: mindfulness. Prophecies: shuffle, festival, dolphin kick. Relations: lttuɪlennkæɪʃlərʒblɪ (spar), təʌwɪɛævrkriinʊŋtɒzð (sesquipedalian), ftæənɪʌzvdkklrnnɪlɪi (restriction endonuclease).

Əəsəɛpdʒɑsðɛvədoeɑkin

Pronounced: uhuhsuhaypjahsthayvuhdoeahkin Attentiveness: alertness. Legends: extrasystole, passive air defense, co-option, luxation. Prophecies: commandment, nouvelle cuisine, removal.