"And now you say 'I didn't know it was your table'," said an unwavering voice.
The girls head was pulled back by her ponytail. Her make-up was smeared all over her face as if she'd been crying for hours. "Are you gonna kill me?" she finally got out of her mouth as she tasted her own salty tears.
"That's not the right line!" yelled the Mad Hatter, his fist yanking back her hair farther. "Say the line!" His hat was lopsided on his head, but his face was still broken in a big grin.
"Why are you doing this to me?" the girl screamed. "Why did you pick me?" Her blouse was completely soaked in tears and her voice was unsteady and growing more high-pitched as time went by.
"You were chosen," he said quietly in her ear. "You should be honored. To be immortalized in Carroll's frabjous words. I would give my own head."
The girl's eyes widened with fear.
"Now, SAY THE WORDS!" he screamed.
Amidst tears and crying, she finally said the words. "I didn't know it was your table."
"Good, good. Now you say 'it's laid for a great many more than three'," replied the villainous man, who was still holding her hair back with his gloved hands.
"It's laid for a great many more than three," she sputtered. It was hard for her to talk with the crying and her neck stretched so far back.
"Good. Now it's my turn," said the Mad Hatter. His grin widened. "YoUr hAiR WaNtS CuTTiNg."
He reached into the container of barbacide on the floor and removed a pair of scissors. The scissors dripped the blue liquid all over the floor as he lowered them towards her head.
"Please let me go now. Please," the girl cried frantically as she saw the glimmer of the scissors.
Her screams only lasted a few more seconds before a muffled gurgling sound filled the room.