So here is the reconstruction of the second chapter. I hope you all like it. I have been working really hard.
A soft groan escaped Alyce's lips as her eyes fluttered open as she felt confusion cloud her thoughts. She couldn't see anything, but she could feel the softness of bed sheets around her. She could also feel something uncomfortable wrapped around her throat. She reached up to feel the object in question, and her eyes widened as she realized it was a collar. Alyce began to panic as the events of the previous night flooding her mind. Just as her breathing began to return to normal, a sudden, almost blinding light illuminated the room. She bolted upright, shielding her teary eyes from the light and immediately caught sight of the crimson-haired, mad hatter man who had kidnapped her. His face was twisted into the same malicious grin, and she heard him chuckle at the frightened expression on her face.
"Please," she whimpered, struggling to keep her voice calm. "What do you want from me? Who are you? Why am I here?" The questions fell from her mouth before she could stop them. The mad hatter man threw his head back and laughed. It was a booming laugh that resounded off the walls of the bedroom. She shrank back, eyes wide and tears of fear pouring freely down her face, despite her efforts to stay mad hatter's laughter died down, and he turned to look at Alyce again.
"Why, you're here because I want you to be, dear Alyce."
His voice was smooth and deep, but it still had a psychotic undertone to it. He moved towards her, his steps deliberately heavy and slow. She tried to lunge off the bed, but found that the collar around her throat was chained to the wall. She could barely move three feet without being hatter-like-man wrapped his hand in Alyce's thick dark hair, and yanked her back. She screamed and tried to fight him, but her efforts were pointless; he was significantly stronger than her. He held her down, that smile still on his face. He covered her mouth with his gloved hand, and leaned down to whisper in her ear.
"As for who I am, well," he paused, his Cheshire cat grin stretching even wider, "I'm the bloody Mad Hatter. Welcome to Wonderland."
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Alyce sat on the bed, her knees pulled up to her chest as she struggled to regain her composure. The mad hatter had left hours ago, but she was still unable to calm down. The sound of her hiccups and sobs resounded off the walls. After a few minutes, Alyce was able to compose herself a bit more and
lifted her head. Through puffy red eyes, she looked around the room she was being held in for the first time.
Black and red seemed to be a theme throughout the room. The bed she was lying on had black silk sheets and a blood red duvet. There was a canopy made a torn black mesh material. The walls of her prison were crimson, and the ceiling was made of some kind of dark wood. The floors were also a dark wood, cherry perhaps. There was a large stone fireplace with a wooden mantle which held a glass vase filled with black and red roses. The wall that held the fireplace was lined with books. There were two crimson chairs facing the fireplace at an angle. There were three dark wood doors, one on the same wall as the bed, one to her right, and the last to her left, which she knew led out of the room. My God, the teen thought, it's as if I stepped into a story from Grimm's Fairytales.
The sound of a lock clicking echoed throughout the room, and Alyce turned towards the door on her left. The door opened to reveal a short young woman. She had short blond hair styled in a bob, and sparkling green eyes. She was wearing a rather plain maid's outfit that was reminiscent of a 1950's film. Alyce thought she looked pretty.
"Who're you?" Alyce asked, her voice small and a little rough from crying. The woman didn't respond, but turned her head and looked at Alyce. " What's wrong? Can't you talk?"
The woman shook her head, and opened her mouth to show that her tongue had been cut out. Alyce's eyes widened in horror.
"D-did he d-do th-that to y-you?" Alyce stuttered, fear lacing her voice. The woman maintained an expressionless mask, and nodded a yes. Tears welled in Alyce's eyes, both in fear for herself and pity for the poor woman, but she forced them back. The woman moved towards Alyce and undid the chain connected to the collar. She took Alyce by the arm and led her to the door on the same wall as the bed. The maid opened it to reveal a very large and very white bathroom. It was so white it was almost blinding. She nuged Alyce in and pointed to a huge tub. She then turned and left the room, closing the door behind her.
Alyce took the hint and moved over to the tub. She turned the fancy gold fixtures to get the right temperature. She bathed quickly, reluctant to leave to warm water, but she did not want to keep the mute woman waiting. She got out and wrapped a large gold towel around herself, not finding the nightgown she'd worn earlier anywhere. Gold and white seemed to be the theme for this room.
Alyce walked out of the large bathroom to find the short mute woman walking out of the door to the right, with what appeared to be a dress draped over her arm. The maid motioned for Alyce to come over, and she obeyed. She brought Alyce over to the door on the right and into the room, which turned out to be a closet/dressing room. In it were hundreds upon hundreds of clothes, mostly dresses.
The woman led Alyce in front of a three-way mirror in the corner of the closet, and helped her into the dress she had grabbed. When she was finished, she stepped back and turned Alyce towards the mirror. Alyce was shocked, she had never seen anything so beautiful in her entire life. The dress was a pale blue, almost like the sky on a really sunny day, and had black lace trim. The bodice was tight, and the skirt fanned out about the waist. It looked like something from the Victorian Era.
The short mute woman led Alyce out of the closet and back into the bedroom. She sat Alyce on the edge of the bed and began to brush her hair. The strokes of the brush calmed Alyce, and she was perfectly relaxed by the time the woman was done. This calm didn't last long, however, for when the woman put the brush down, the door to the bedroom slammed open.