I do not own the movies or the books of Alice In Wonderland. This is purely a fan-made story. Enjoy!
The strange beings grinned wickedly as they hear my name. "Such a lovely name for such a lovely creature. My, my you do look awfully rough though. You must come with us, we'll take care of you." the strange hare suggested. I didn't feel safe, but I had no other choice. "Please, I have hurt my arm, is there a doctor or anyone who could help nearby?" I asked softly. The March Hare laughed crazily and held his sides. "Oh my dear, we would gladly assist you, would you like us to cut it off for you? Arms can be quite troublesome things." the Mad Hatter smirked as he pulled back his black coat, revealing a bloody dagger. "N-no! Please!" I cried out backing away from him. "Come, come my dear… it's only an arm after all. It's not a big deal like losing your heart." he cackled. "No, please!" I begged, holding my arm tightly. "Very well my dear… but you shall still come with us." the Mad Hatter sneered.
The Mad Hatter and the March Hare swiftly grabbed me by both of my arms and lifted my feet off the ground. My scream rang throughout the forest as they carried me away swiftly. As I struggled, they cackled and sang odd songs that were foreign to me. They smirked and hopped along the dark path. A strange manner of creatures hurried out of their path. Surely this was all a dream, a nightmare. I kept telling myself to wake up, but the dream never ceased. We arrived at a dark cottage, much like the one that I had found in the woods.
The windows were covered in a thick dust. It held no light within the bleak home. There were tables lined up outside. I could only get a glance as there were teapots and such covered in filth all along the tables. They kicked open the door and sat me in a chair. The Mad Hatter had an evil smirk upon his lips as he gripped my shoulders tightly. The March Hare ran into another room and came back with a long bit of rope. Swiftly they tied me to the chair and chuckled as they looked me over.
"Such a fine young lady, yes what a catch. You must join us for our party." The Hatter grinned. I trembled in my binds, unable to speak. "Oh look, Hatter, she's trembling with excitement. Such a good girl. We should make her the guest of honor!" the Hare suggested cheerfully. "What a splendid idea, this is a special occasion after all. Our previous guests of honor never did make it through the whole party. Perhaps this young lady will last a bit longer." Hatter sneered. I watched as they turned away and walked towards the kitchen. My eyes then ventured around the inside of their home.
The walls were filthy with the occasional cockroach running along it. Candles lit the rooms and halls. Majority of the furniture was broken and ruined. My eyes venture down to the hard floor and I gasped as I gazed at the enormous stains of blood that coated it. I also noticed chains along the floor as well as ropes, knives, and what appeared to be bones. Noises from the kitchen managed to tear my eyes away from the gruesome view.
The Mad Hatter was pulling out what appeared to be a cake out of the oven. As he set it on the stove, the Hare brought him some icing. The cake was decorated in a solid black along with bright green trimmings. I watched as they set out numerous pastries and filled the teapots. This party was apparently going to be filled with guests. As they finished with their preparations, their eyes fell on me once more. "I do say, she is looking a bit dirty for this party. As guest of honor, she should look her best, don't you agree Hatter?" the Mare Hare chuckled. "You are absolutely correct sir, I shall fix this at once." the Mad Hatter agreed.
The Hatter approached and pulled out his knife. With a flash of silver and the sound of ripping, my clothing and ropes fell to the floor in shreds. He picked me up with ease and carried me through the house. I squirmed and fidgeted to try and free myself, but with a weak arm, I did not succeed in my attempts to escape.
Once we were in the bathroom, he lowered me into the washtub. Swiftly he grabbed the chains that linked to the wall and cuffed my hands in them tightly.
"There we are… that should hold you tight until it is over." he grinned. A glint of madness shined in his eyes as he turned on the water. Chills ran down my spine as the ice cold water washed over my skin. The Hatter grabbed a clothe and began to scrub my face. "Such a pretty little thing when you're not covered in soot and dirt." he hummed. He picked up a bucket and filled it with the water. Swiftly, the Hatter poured it over my head. I sputtered and coughed as the cold water ran down my face and into my lungs from where I had inhaled. He smirked and did it several more times, a bit of amusement on his face. Hatter then grabbed shampoo from the side of the tub and poured some onto my head. The smell of Lavender filled the tiny room as he massaged it into my scalp.
"Ahh such a sweet smell, don't you think?" the Mad Hatter smiled. He closed his eyes breathing in the scent. I shivered and looked away from him. Suddenly, his eyes opened and his face filled with malice as he gripped my hair tightly and shoved me under the water. I struggled and squirmed as he held my face beneath the water, his face filled with dark humor as he laughed at my weakness. As my lungs felt on the verge of bursting, he pulled me up from the icy water. "Hmm… it appears I've missed some." Hatter laughed as he slung my head back under once more. My ear rang with his distorted laughter as he held me beneath the surface, teasing my lungs as I was but a few inches from the air I needed. I could feel my lungs in agony and against my will I had tried to inhale. However I only received a lung full of water. With another grin, the Hatter pulled my head back up through the water, laughing as I choked and gasped for air.
"P-Please, no more." I begged as I coughed up water. "But you are still filthy! You want to be clean for your guests, don't you?" the Hatter sneered. I stared at him silently, my heart racing from adrenaline and fear. "Now, I shall continue to clean you up my dear. It's bad manners to complain when one is showing such hospitality." he stated firmly. The Mad Hatter retrieved the clothe once more and covered it in a sweet soap. As he did such, my eyes gazed at the chains. I could tell he had done this any times before myself. The cuffs were rusted, along with the chain and bolts. An idea came to mind and I swiftly jerked against the cuffs. A shout escaped my lips as the cuffs sliced into my wrists.
"Now look what you've done to yourself. If you can't behave like a good little girl, you will make me have to deal out the consequences." the Mad Hatter exclaimed. I bit my lip and looked at him. I would have to play along if I wanted to stay alive. "Yes, sir.. I'm sorry. I won't do it again." I answered softly. "That's a good girl." the Hatter smirked. He began to scrub my arm, removing the soot and dirt. I sat quietly in the tub, occasionally shivering from the cold. "Such a sweet young lady…" he said softly as he continued to clean me. As he reached my wrists, a grin formed on his lips as he leaned down. "My, my…you've really hurt yourself here." he chuckled. He held my wrists to his lips before licking at the blood. My skin tingled where his tongue had traced my wounds. He simply smiled and went back to finishing up cleaning me.
The March Hare entered and gazed at me and the Hatter with a cheerful grin. In his arms, he held clothing that looked very expensive. "Will this do for our new friend?" the Hare asked. The Hatter and I gazed at the black dress as it was held out by the Hare. It was simple yet elegant with the lace. Judging from the length it would only reach down to my mid thighs. The trim however was white. As the Hare laid the dress on the sink, he held out fishnet leggings with a white bow on the back along with fishnet sleeves and black leather thigh-high boots. Carefully, the Hare set everything neatly down for the Hatter and left the room.
"What a lovely outfit. He has such good tastes." the Mad Hatter stated admiringly. He unchained me from the tub and helped me climb out, the water now colored a dark brown from my filth of soot and mud. Hatter dressed me swiftly and grinned. "Now let's add a bit of color to that beautiful face."
I looked at the Hatter fearfully as he reached for his dagger. I closed my eyes tightly and felt a small nick on my lips. I opened my eyes in shock as he rubbed the blade along my lips, staining them red with my blood from the cut. A grin formed on his lips and swiftly he struck me. I fell to the ground roughly and looked up at him, terrified. The Mad Hatter loomed over me and struck me again, on the other cheek. "Such a lovely color of bruising on those pretty little cheeks." he smiled. Gently, he lifted me to my feet and held a looking glass for me to gaze into. My cheeks were bruised a blackish purple and my lips were red from the blood. My pale blue eyes were framed by my thick black lashes. My long blonde hair had even began to curl as it air-dried. It was strange how my mind seemed slightly appealed to the look. Perhaps I was losing my sanity already.
"Just one last thing.." he muttered as he looked me over. Slowly he opened the cabinet behind the mirror and revealed a black lace collar. Carefully the Hatter placed it around my neck and smirked. "I must say, I believe you are ready for the party." he chuckled.