There’s no escape, Meriel has tried everything; she knows she’s doomed. She hid under her bed, but was soon found, so she ran as fast as her little legs would carry her, dodging from room to room. It was hopeless; there was only one of her and two of them.
As strong arms pluck her up, she wriggles and squeals, kicking with her feet. “No, no, no, please! Put me down!”
Her captor does, but not as she wants. She’s dumped in a chair, held in place.
Screwing her eyes shut, she gives in. She hates having her hair cut.