It had been a year and a half since The Collector had gotten the head she now stood before. It was a cute head, with olive tinted Mediterranean skin, sharp and angular cheekbones and a long thin nose, sporting an adorable thick mop of frizzy brown hair that The Collector just loved to run her hands through. Yet, in that year and a half, she'd never been able to get this head's name. Unless the head's name happened to be "Go find my ass and kiss it." or "I bet your head had to be real goddamn ugly if you had to take it off and wear ours." She'd not only never given up on insulting The Collector, but she had somehow never lost her will to fight either. She'd try to bite The Collector's fingers whenever she got near. She'd try to chin hop her way off the shelf in an attempt to find... The Collector didn't know what she was trying to accomplish with that, but the fact that she kept trying it until The Collector had to fasten her to her perch with thick leather straps implied that she had some sort of plan. Or was just that committed to trying to anger her. And worst of all, if The Collector allowed her hair to grow too long in front of her face, the head would chew up balls of her own hair and spit said balls into the eyes of heads which seemed to enjoy The Collector's company, causing them to cry and complain and generally just sowing discord. The Collector had recently resorted to applying tape over her mouth, but that was a solution that The Collector herself hated as it covered up the head's beautiful big lips. Plus she had to apply another strip daily as otherwise this head would lick the adhesive away before chewing up the balled up tape and spitting it into other heads' eyes. She had remarkable aim, The Collector had to admit. Maybe if she bought a ball gag...
The Collector had tried everything she could over the last few months, switching tactics over and over again to try and see what would work. Taking the head on walks through town, letting it watch movies, locking it in solitary confinement, trying to get other agreeable heads to socialize with her, letting her go filthy and mangy as punishment, nothing seemed to work. While The Collector had plenty of problem heads, most seemed to at least lose some of their fighting edge after a year in captivity or at least make some like minded friends that they could 'plot their escape' with. But this one had no need or desire for co-conspirators nor did she pity the heads who were complicit in her capture, she just seemed intent on annoying her way out of captivity.
Unfortunately for The Collector, this method seemed to be working better than any other. All of the heads who had to spend time around problem head begged The Collector to get rid of this spoilsport, either because they enjoyed being part of the collection and she bullied them or because they hated being part of The Collection and were hoping to see The Collector up and give up on a head, as it would inspire them and give them hope that one day, maybe they could escape too.
She wouldn't never let that happen, obviously. At worst, she'd just have to excavate a new room in her subterranean hideout exclusively for this head and keep her locked away in there at all times The Collector wasn't wearing her. But she really hoped it didn't come to that. She was such a pretty head, she wanted her proudly on display. She had to find some other way.
Unfastening The Head's Leather restraints and lifting it onto her shoulders, feeling the Head flex its jaws in a vain attempt to make The Collector lose her grip, The Collector waited until the head was under her control before pulling the tape away. Even if it hurt, it would hurt less than getting her fingers bitten again. "How are you doing?" The Collector asked aloud, admiring the beautiful sound that escaped this head's lips.
"If you can control us, we can control you. I'm going to figure out how to take control of your fat, disgusting, worthless body and I'm gonna make you jump off a cliff." She thought.
"Well that's a new one." The Collector said, genuinely surprised that she could still be surprised by this head's chutzpah. "But it doesn't work that way. This control thing only goes one way, me to you. Try a different plan. Or don't. I really feel like you'd like it here if you just told me what sorts of things you liked and just gave living here a fair chance. What are your hobbies? What do you like doing?... That isn't related to escape? I can be pretty flexible."
"I'd like this place if it were on fire. With you in it." She thought back.
"Whatever." The Collector said, rolling the unruly head's eyes. "I'm just going to freshen you up a little. Give you a wash, do up your hair, apply some makeup, then we'll...
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