The basement was dimly lit, filled with old furniture and dusty boxes. The kind of place where forgotten things go to gather dust and cobwebs. It was my sanctuary, a place where I could tinker and fix things to my heart's content.
I was on the hunt for something to take apart and put back together when I heard a noise coming from the corner of the room. I walked over and found a slender man sitting there, looking uncomfortable. He had long hair, delicate features, and was dressed in a way that made him stand out in my rough and tumble basement.
"What are you doing in my basement?" I asked, crossing my arms and giving him a playful glare.
The man stuttered and tried to explain that he was just passing through, but I wasn't buying it. I had a feeling he was hiding something.
"You look like a princess," I said, teasing him. "A pretty boy who's lost his way."
The man rolled his eyes, but I could see a hint of amusement in them. He was trying to play it cool, but I could tell he was nervous.
I noticed a headscissor lying next to him. I picked it up and asked him if he knew how to use it. He shook his head, looking even more nervous.
"Well, I'm going to give you a haircut whether you like it or not," I said, grinning.
The man tried to protest, but I overpowered him and pinned him down. I started to run the headscissor through his long hair, teasing him and calling him names. He squirmed and tried to escape, but I was too strong.
As I cut his hair, I got carried away. I cut too close to his scalp and he yelped in pain. I realized what I had done and quickly stopped.
His neck was bleeding and he looked pale. I started to panic and tried to stop the bleeding. His breathing became shallow and he lost consciousness.
I was in shock. I had never meant to hurt him. I tried to revive him, but it was too late. His neck was cracked and he wasn't breathing.
I didn't know what to do. I looked at his lifeless body and started to cry. I heard footsteps coming down the stairs and quickly hid the body, trying to act normal.
The person who entered the basement didn't notice anything unusual. I breathed a sigh of relief and continued to tinker with my stuff, trying to forget what just happened.
I couldn't believe what I had done. I was a strong, controlling woman, but I had let my guard down and made a terrible mistake. I vowed to never let my guard down again.
As I worked, I couldn't shake the image of the femboy's lifeless body from my mind. I knew I would have to live with what I had done for the rest of my life.
But for now, I had to keep moving forward. I had to keep tinkering and fixing things. It was the only way I knew how to cope.
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