Chapter eleven

It had been a couple of weeks since the death of Jack Splatter. The key to Lizzie's room was dropped off at the house and Alice wore it around her neck. Even with the threat gone, Alice still stayed in Bumby's room. There just hadn't been a reason to leave. Since the day she found out about Jack Splatter, Bumby hadn't tried a thing. He kissed her that once but since then if felt like their relationship had reverted back to what it used to be.

Alice as allowed out more onto the streets of London. She walked around the streets without feeling the stares of people judging her, besides walking more confidently; Bumby had bought Alice a nicer selection of clothes. Every set very similar to the one he gave her before. She was finally starting to look like a sane woman.

Alice thought she was becoming saner, but her perception of reality was more clouded then ever. She was starting to forget. Exactly what Bumby had wanted; her memories were being replaced with perverted versions of the truth, all staring Jack Splatter as the main man.

Alice stood in front of Bumby's office waiting to be called in for her final therapy session because Bumby claimed she was almost fixed. That she could permanently be happy and make herself a place in society that an Adult will give her. Alice was still a child, but she was learning fast. Soon with his help she would be an adult.

Alice didn't feel sane yet. She felt weird and a mutated version of herself. She still had visions of the fire, sometimes with Jack Splatter, sometimes with the centaur that held her memories close. It was all too much. She gave herself to forgetting. Alice was content knowing who had killed her family and that he had paid for his crime. She knew Bumby was the one who made him pay and for that she was grateful. There was never anything to make up for it. So she decided she would be with him for the rest of her life and try to make it up to him.

The door opened and Alice stepped in quietly, sitting down on her normal couch. She said nothing but faced him. Over the couple weeks Alice learnt how to do her own corset up however Bumby still insisted on doing it for her everyday. His warmth pressed against her started to be a comfort. Bumby was pleased with the major changes in Alice's attitude and her new willingness to do what he says; however he wasn't pleased about the key around her neck. He would have to make it disappear somehow or pervert it for her.

The session went on like normal. However there was no yelling or back talk from Alice. She was silent and agreed to most of what he said. She explained her memories being blurred but Bumby only ever said it was a good thing.

Once done Alice left quietly and Bumby watched her leave as Charlie walked in. Bumby was happy he was progressing with most of his patients but now was only ever fixated on Alice. He was frustrated that even with Jack Splatter gone he still hadn't been able to fully consume Alice the way he had planned. He wasn't in the mood for too much resistance from the girl, and he knew she would be so soon after Jack's death.

The day went by quickly. Alice didn't know what to do with herself. All her enemies were gone or changed. Her insanity seemed cured, and she now knew it wasn't her who killed her parents. So why did it seem like she was waiting everyday for something to happen?

Alice strolled around London. It was starting to get warmer again. People looked at her with smiles and said good afternoon. She was being accepted. Sometimes she was asked how she was doing and she would always reply with "Good" because she was good, or at least better than she used to be.

Alice strolled all the way to the high street chemist and picked up her medicine, which she was taking to keep the hysteria away, and the hallucinations. Alice remembered this walk when she walked past the burnt down Mangled Mermaid. There were fewer whores around now that Jack was gone, but a new pimp showed up a couple weeks ago. Meaning the whole town will be upside down for a while till the new underworld of oxford settles.

Bumby had finished his work for the day. He also felt his life had become a little tedious with Jack Splatter gone and Alice no longer resisting him. He was also waiting for something, anything to happen. Bumby stepped into his small shower from back then. Washing himself off of all the works stressors. He thought of Alice and her beautiful white skin. Now unblemished because it had been long enough for everything to fade, including the blemish on her face. While thinking of Alice, his body became aware. Bumby stroked his member to relieve himself of his sudden issue. The images in his mind getting constantly more graphic. It was repeatedly more difficult to not jump her and "fuck" her brains out. Bumby blew at the thought of "fucking" her, and began cleaning himself up again. He felt calmer now. He may survive another night without touching her.

Bumby stepped out of the showed and wrapped himself in a towel. Bumby swiftly left the room and stepped into his own to the sight of Alice undressing herself. She wasn't facing him and he could see her smooth pale back under her dark hair. Alice turned to the sound of him entering the room. Pulling her corset up again to cover everything. She looked down out of embarrassment but didn't move away.

"Oh, Alice, I do apologize I didn't realize you were here" Bumby said very aware Alice was now watching him. She was checking him out as the moisture from his hair dripped onto his chest and under the towel.

"It's okay doctor," She said standing still.

Bumby couldn't take it anymore, he wasn't physically sexually aroused however physiology he was very aroused by the idea of ruining her. He turned, grabbed his clothes and walked back into the bathroom giving Alice a chance to finishing changing. He had a chance there but he wouldn't be able to get up due to the fact that he just pleased himself in the shower. Which frustrated him more.