110 The Human Mop

"E-Eh?! M-My hair!? B-B-but-" He exclaimed with the most perplexed look on his face to which I replied with a frown

"But what? Are you saying you won't do it?! Then I'll just have to-"

He interupted me and frantically said fearing the reprecusions if he didn't do what I said

"No-No-No-No! It's not that I won't do it...It's just t-that I, that I don't-"

"Oi. Speak up properly or else I'll just make that mangy mouth of yours that seems like it can't even utter basic words to lick up this mess like a dog rather then wiping it with your hair" I threatened which made him respond as if his life was on the line

"NO-NO-NO! PLEASE DON'T! I'LL DO WHATEVER YOU SAY! IT'S JUST THAT I DON'T KNOW HOW TO DO IT!"

"Oh. So it was just a small problem" I said while giving a gentle smile. "You could have just asked me that from the start and I would have shown you how to do it"

"Show me?" He said not knowing what I was going to do next

"Yeah show you. Just like this!"

I quicky crouched to the ground where the puddle was, pulling him along with me as I was still grabbing his hair tightly. While I was in a crouching position he was still standing up but his head and upper body was bent all the way to the floor's level

Although he moaned in pain as I slowly plucked his hairs with my tight grip on his head, I didn't let him go and only tightened it so that I could get a better grip

Not to praise him but he was quite flexible as he was bending over all the way to the ground even while he was standing which allowed me to manoevour his head with more ease

"OW-OW-OW! MY HAIR! IT HURTS! PLEASE! PLEASE LET IT GO!"

"What do you mean let it go?" I said pointing his head in my direction as he didn't have control over his own head

What direction he saw and where his head moved was all controlled by me as if his head was a sock puppet and I was the puppet master controlling it

I then continued to say "I was generous enough to show you how to mop the floor with your head and you're already asking me to stop before we even started? You're quite ungrateful aren't you. But since you want it to get over quickly, I'll just show you a super quick demonstration. Let's begin shall we"

Now it's finally time for the fun part

"Now follow my directions properly since I won't be doing it again. First we have to take this greasy head of yours and rub it all over the puddle so that your hair can absorb the liquid"

I grabbed the hair on the back of his head and used the top of his head like a mop and rubbed it all over the puddle while also grinding his scalp against the hard floor which caused him to show looks of agony and disgust. His hair was soaked in that disgusting water and even his face was drenched in it. I think some of it even went in his mouth and nose since he started gagging real hard

The whole class was shocked with what they were seeing and were covering their mouths and averting their sights. The girls near me also pushed their desks back in fright and looked like they were about to vomit

"Ahh! MY HEAD! MY HEAD!" He shouted in pain as he thrashed around violently making his head more hard to hold. To stop this I said

"Now don't move around to much or I might accidentally apply to much force to control your head and break your neck against the floor. We wouldn't want that to happen would we"

He immediately stopped moving around after he heard that and became as still as an actual mop

"Good. Now on to the next step. After your hair absorbs all the water it possible can. You have to move over to the bucket and squeeze out all the water into the bucket with your hands. Now let me show you how to do it"

I dragged his head covered in a filthy mixture of garbage water and spoilt milk over to the bucket on the floor and tried to shove his head inside but hit his head against the rim of the bucket instead of inside the bucket to squeeze the water out

"AHH! MY HEAD!"

"Oh sorry about that. Let me try that again"

I then repeatedly hit his head against the rims saying that it was an accident as he continuously grunted in agony every time I hit him

"Oh sorry about that! Let me try again"

*CLANK!*

"Oops? Let's go for another try"

"CLANK!"

"Why isn't it going inside? Next time for sure"

"CLANK"

"Once more!"

*CLANK*

"It will go in this time!"

*CLANK*

"Damn why is your head so big?"

*CLANK*

"It's like some force is preventing your fat head from going inside"

*CLANK*

"For fucks sake! You have one fatass head!"

*CLANK*

"Tenth time is the charm"

*CLANK*

"One last time and....Finally!"

I finally stopped after smashing his head against the bucket for more then fifteen times after seeing the satisfying sight of his forehead bruised to the point where it started turning purple and put his head inside the bucket

At this point the mood of the class was morbid and sick and everyone looked like they wanted to leave but no one did for some reason even though I said nothing against them leaving class

I thought atleast a few people would leave but all of them continued watching me even though they looked sick to the stomach. That's weird

"Now all you have to do is squeeze all the water out like this"

I then proceeded to twist and turn his hair as if I was squeezing the water out of a mop, as I watched and admired the excruciating expressions he was showing

"AHHH! MY HAIR! IT'S GOING TO TEAR OFF! IT'S GOING TO TEAR IT OFF!" He shouted to which I chuckled and said

"Come on, that's a little to much. There's no way your hair is actually going to tear off for something like this. That's just imposi-...*TEAR!*"

"..."

"Well butter my balls and call me a biscuit! It really did tear off!"