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Disclaimer: Although I may have come up with most of these things my inspiration is based on Alice In Wonderland although not entirely. It is slightly original and I hope it doesn't get stolen by some likes who thinks its nice to steal rather then make up your own when you easily can.
Smooth, shining, beautiful, an arrogant bitch but so what? Catching her beautiful appearance in the mirror, swinging, twirling the overflowing dress, and raising her arms, she was dancing before she eyed the reflection again. Beholding herself, the pretty porcelain complexion, the nice shade of pink showing simply colored flesh, and gray eyes decorated with powder and a line of kohl. The terribly silky curls of her black hair, and the red paint over her lips like roses, she was a simple dream. Slipping her fingers across the slim curve of her stomach, curious of the depth, beautiful as she should have been from all that food she wasted, a smile curving her lips, all that food, she brushed stray locks, combing through the length that had cut to her shoulders, and adjusting the corset holding her chest steady with tight strings, tied in a drooping bows collected at her back. A variety of simple red and blacks, leading to the tie of a torn dress, loose fitting at her hip that curved outward, expensive, but torn. Flaps, frilly ends with newly sewn white laced through loops and simple gaps coming to and end around her ankles were platform boots raised her a bit in height. Made of metal, and then black and buckles, as for her gloves, fingerless sorts held her hand, long black nails ending her finger tips, and belts holding the glove tightly onto her lower arm as she swung to one side of a room.
Sheets settled on the floor, a nest sort of appearance as it circled, a large garbage bag settled in another corner, and then torn yellowed walls, a bug rushing from one corner of the room to the next aware of the dangers of being seen by her, yes Ms. Beauty. Bare at her neck, her shoulders, she brought a nicely jeweled arrangement of black jewels, much like a pyramid, a wide assortment from the top and lowering to a remaining one jewel at the last row settled on the bottom of her neck, and pausing to pull up her thin dress to adjust long fishnets holding her thin leg, allowing a clear view of a rather lacy sort of red underwear that covered the essentials of her figure and the last of her attire as she made her way from the rotting wooden floors toward a hall that became made up of small spaces and divided rooms. Faced with a small reclining chair, and comfortably sat a small girl. A little skinnier in figure, but held a similar beauty, an innocent appearance rather the inappropriate sense the older girl seemed to reveal. Lights flashing in the dimmed darkness upon the small pale face from a small television set, a small white rabbit playing on the screen, a cartoon and those pink eyes seemed to stare on.
An albino, poor sight seemed to be an excuse for her stare, but that was fairly it, Ms. Beauty stopped to play with this girl's hair. Straight, as soft as her own but a beautiful white, and running an arched hand across the girl's hair from behind, leaning into the girl's ear and smiling as a kiss was placed on the pale face. The cold didn't surprise, the cringe, and as her arms held loosely around the girl's neck she expected the whimper. "I'm sorry…but I love you too much." Whispering those words, she smiled warmly before lowering her arms to the blanket, white and clean as the little dress the girl wore, bringing it up to cover the girl's shoulder and turning. "Be good.." Another whimper, already at the door Ms. Beauty turned, pausing to raise a brow and then a small laugh escaped her lips as she came toward the girl, lowering, crouched down, looking under the recliner, and there laid the worn doll. Ears bitten off, some eyes gone, some string stitched lost but fitted into the girl's arm the child shut her eyes in such a peaceful state that it didn't seem to matter that this very thing was old.
"Take care…or I'll kill you Whitey." The words came threatening, not humorous but rather cold, as eyes narrowed and a gleam shifted a pool of red into the gray eyes of this Miss. A smile soon filled her lips, turning once more, she waved without turning to look back at the recliner and the flashing lights of the television's channel was onto something, screams, blood and the girl hadn't moved. A small laugh fitting onto the red lips, before the slam of the door, and the sight of the night and street lights as well a patched forest ground. Surrounded almost entirely, but a street lined down in the back, and turning came in line with a car, yes, a car, pretty compared to the trailer home, a shiny coat of red, the hood lowered, and as the engine roared music pierced the silence. The abnormal silence that hung as she walked on gravel, as she opened the door and shut it, the silence of a void closely if it hadn't been the slam of the door and her simple breaths. Faster, the screech of tires and then the pressure of the speed came quickly pulling as she vanished down the road with dust rising.