Before you start this fanfiction, heed my words of warning.

This fic contains kidnapping, rape, abuse, sexual acts, and death. If any of these trigger or bother you in any way, I suggest turning back now and reading something else.

Inspired by the works of HitokiriDarkEmpress and a dream I once had and made 20x worse.

Enjoy

Lizzie woke up in a filthy room. She coughed and found her throat extremely dry. She looked around at the unfamiliar room. She sat on a bed with a thin mattress and blanket. Next to her was a bedside table with a lamp turned down low. Across the small room was a vanity with a few things on them and in a corner stood a wardrobe. She tried to remember why she was there... Last night she ate dinner with her family, then she tucked Alice into bed, then... Bumby. That cockroach climbed up through her window and... and... she couldn't remember. The door unlocked and opened and the sod stood there with a smug look on his face. She scowled at him.

"Where am I? Why have you taken me, you..." Lizzie was too angry to think of a proper insult, plus with her throat so dry, her voice sounded weak and scratchy, which made her words lose their ferocity.

"So you finally woke up." Bumby commented, ignoring Lizzie's questions. "You slept through most of the morning. Though you can't tell from in here. Perhaps if you're well-behaved, I can add a clock in here."

"Where am I?" Lizzie demanded.

"Why, you're home." Bumby answered with a false smile.

"This is not my home." Lizzie stated defiantly. "Where. Am. I?"

"The exact location is none of your business, girl. All you need to know is this is going to be your room for a very long time. Unless, of course, you decide to misbehave. Then I'll find someplace darker and dirtier to keep you." His eyes dropped to her night clothes. Lizzie noticed this and raised the blanket around her. He began to move towards her. He sat beside her on the bed and grabbed her face in his clammy hand. "Make yourself comfortable. You'll be here for a long time." He kissed her hard but fast and before she could push him away, he was out the door. She heard him lock it behind him.

Lizzie spent the day investigating the room thoroughly. The vanity held a hairbrush, a bowl of water to wash her face, and a small cloth. The wardrobe was full of frilly dresses and other clothing items. The side table was empty. She sighed and sat back down on the bed. Her parents must be so worried. And Alice... She only wished she could be at home, reading her books, telling Alice stories, shopping for dresses... anywhere in the world but here, stuck with Bumby for what may be the rest of her life. However long that may be.

The door was unlocked once more and Bumby came in with food. It was merely a bowl of porridge. She looked at the lumpy food with disgust and distrust. She didn't want anything he made. It was probably poisoned and she had no plans playing Snow White. He noticed the look on her face and sneered.

"Just eat it. It's all you'll get." He set the bowl on the bedside table and left her alone once more. Lizzie glanced at the food. It looked disgusting. But she was so hungry. Who knew what time it was? But what if he put something in it? Lizzie tried to be strong, but she eventually gave in. She had small bites at first, keeping it in her mouth in case it tasted funny, but besides being completely bland, it seemed fine. She ate it and waited for Bumby to return. She had more questions that she wanted answered.

Lizzie glanced at the wardrobe. It wouldn't do to let him see her in her night dress again. She stood up from the bed and opened the wardrobe. The dresses were a bit ridiculous to her. Some of them like an over-sized version of Alice's dresses, but she recognized one. It was one of her favorites. She wore it nearly everyday. The creep! He knew. He had the gall not just to steal her away, but to go through her own closet! Nevertheless, she changed into it as fast as she could. She adjusted her hair in the mirror of the vanity. She may be a prisoner, but that didn't mean she had to look like one.

Bumby returned an hour later. He smiled when he saw she was dressed.

"Oh, Lizzie, you look lovely. I know how much you loved that dress, so I decided to bring it with us." he explained. Lizzie glared at him and crossed her arms.

"Why am I here?" she demanded. Bumby took her hands in his and got way too close for her liking.

"You've been teasing me for far too long, Miss Liddell. Trifling with my affections. Now, there's no one for you to hide behind. You're mine now, Elizabeth." Lizzie gasped. Bumby's hands squeezed her wrists.

"No!" Lizzie jammed her knee into his crotch and ran for the open door. She got just to the doorway when a hand closed around her ankle, which caused her to fall. She could see orange light behind the curtains, suggesting it was near sunset. How long had she been out? The vice-like grip pulled her back into the room. She tried to kick out of his grip, but he was stronger than her. She tried her best to get out of his grip, but it was no use. Less than a minute later, he was on top of her and holding her down. She tried to put up a fight, but he was patient. Little by little, he felt her tiring. When she finally stopped, he allowed himself to shut the door. She didn't move.

"Are you done now?" He asked with a smug look on his face. "You should be punished for that stunt and you will. But I have a lot of work to do. Finals are coming up, you know. You'll receive your punishment later." He kissed her on the lips and left her alone.

To say Lizzie wasn't scared would be a lie. She tried to be brave, but Bumby's threat made her heart drop. She shakily stood from the floor and curled up in bed. For the first time in who knew how long, she cried. She made sure her sobs were silent - she didn't want him to hear - but for a good two hours she cried her eyes out.

Eventually her tears dried and she fell asleep. Her dirty environment melted away to the color and magic of her dreams. She was walking along a forest trail when she came upon a slide. It reminded her of the one in Hyde Park. With a childish excitement, she ran to it and jumped down. She giggled like a child all the way down and floated to a clearing in the strange forest. Her sister, Alice, was there sitting at a table with a rabbit, a lizard, and a grinning cat. When Lizzie got closer, they all turned to look at her.

"Lizzie!" Alice jumped up from her seat and ran to her sister. Lizzie hugged her sister. Alice held Lizzie's hand and led her to her tea party.

"Long time no see, Elizabeth." The grinning cat said.

"You, too, Cat." Lizzie said with a smile of her own. Lizzie sat next to Alice and they began their tea party. Things were going well until Alice spoke up.

"Why did you leave, Lizzie? I thought we were sisters. I thought you loved us?" Lizzie looked at Alice, whose large green eyes showed her hurt.

"Of course I love you. Why wouldn't I?" Lizzie answered.

"Because of the letter you left. You said you didn't want us as a family anymore." Lizzie was shocked.

"Letter? I never left any letter and I certainly didn't leave by choice. It's that wretched student of Papa's. Bumby. He stole me right out of my bed and is keeping me hidden in a dirty room and hardly feeding me! He even threatened to hurt me for pushing him away! You have to tell Papa and mother! Tell them to call the police on him! You have to -" Lizzie paused when she saw fear in her sister's eyes. "What's wrong?" Alice looked terrified.

"What's happening to you, Lizzie?" Alice sounded panicked. Lizzie opened her mouth to ask Alice what she meant when she felt it. A hot breath on her neck. She could feel something oozing down her back. She wiped off a bit to see what it was and gasped. A toxic-looking black goo covered her hand. She could feel it all over her - it was in her hair and dripped down her legs and coated her clothing with a black, oily sheen. Every time she tried to wipe it off, more appeared. The animal creatures had disappeared and it was just Alice who looked on in horror as her sister became enveloped in the goo. The black sludge burned her skin and felt heavier and heavier. Soon, it began to cover her head and go in her mouth and it was hard to breathe.

"Lizzie!" Alice screamed before Lizzie woke to see Bumby half naked and on top of her. The defiler! Lizzie tried her hardest to get him off of her, but he held her wrists above her head.

"Don't struggle, Lizzie. Accept your punishment."

Bumby was extremely rough with her. He bit and sucked at her skin, sometimes even drawing blood. Her clothes had long been pulled off, probably while she slept. His pants were soon pulled down. Lizzie panicked and started fighting once again. She almost got him away, but he slapped her hard in the face. She gasped and stopped her fight. With Lizzie no longer struggling, Bumby pulled her legs apart and thrust roughly into her. She screamed at the pain as he thrust in and out. This time, he heard her cry. Every plea for him to stop only fueled his lust. He moved faster and harder. His nails dug into the skin of her thighs. His eyes were clouded with lust and he was covered in sweat. Lizzie squeezed her eyes shut and tried to fight the pain. She didn't know how much longer she could take.

Minutes later, Bumby's pace increased and with a groan, released his foul seed inside of her. He nearly collapsed on top of her, but he caught himself. He gave her a sleepy, yet mocking smile. She wouldn't meet his eyes. She couldn't. He pulled out of her and dressed himself. He left the room once more and locked the door.

Lizzie forced herself up and over to the vanity. Even in the dim room, she could see bites and bruises all over her skin. She used the cloth and water basin and cleaned herself up. The girl in the mirror looked so pathetic. She couldn't stand to look at her. She returned to the bed and had a fitful sleep.


"Mum!" Alice cried out. It was morning and Alice ran downstairs. Her Nanny intercepted her on the landing.

"Where do you think you're going?" the woman asked.

"I saw Lizzie! She was at my tea party and-"

"Alice," Nanny interrupted. "It was just a dream. Go back upstairs and get dressed. Your breakfast will be waiting for you." Alice trudged back upstairs and got dressed. It wasn't until later that day, just before tea, when Alice finally got a moment alone with her mother.

"Mum! I know where Lizzie is!" Alice tugged at her mother's skirt.

"What?"

"Lizzie didn't run away! She was taken!" Her mother sighed.

"Alice, she left a note saying she ran away. You know this."

"No!" Alice protested. "I saw her. She told me someone took her right from her bed, then black stuff started to cover her and-"

"Alice, was this in Wonderland?" her mother asked.

"Yes, but..."

"Alice, I know you miss your sister, but there's not much we can do. She ran away of her own accord. There are police looking for her, but unless they see her, we just have to pray she comes home."

"No, Mum, you don't understand! She was taken by-" Alice froze. Papa's guests arrived and HE was there. The evil man who stole Lizzie. He was looking right at her, like he knew that she knew. "Never mind." Alice mumbled and ran upstairs to her room.

"Alice!" Her mother called after her. "What's gotten into her?"