SEDUCED. dark fantasy romance

seven

You're Entirely Bonkers
Chelsea's Point of View

Alison's eyes fluttered open, noticing the three vindictive girls standing over her with glares on their faces. Chelsea simply let all the muscles in her face rest. She was told her resting face was by far her scariest. They had successfully sent a magically encrypted video recording of Alison's sleeping figure to Alice, commanding her to evacuate the palace. The girls thought it best to keep their anonymity, but, unfortunately, for them they didn't do an adequate job at covering their tracks. Hours later, Alice replied to their message and seemed unnerved.

"I told you I don't mess with kids, but I see you've decided to force my hand. And, my daughter can take care of herself, which is more than I can say for any wonderlander here."

The video pans to the stagnant Princess Ruby Red.

Lilac had begged for the video to be cut off, her eyes brimming with tears. Their work had been meaningless, if anything they only angered the bear. At this point, they were hoping to get whatever information they could out of Alison, before facing the eventual wrath of her as well.

Chelsea's sister had been rambling for an excruciatingly long hour about how they wouldn't be in this situation had it not been for Lilac's impulsive behavior. This lecture was one that Chelsea alone had to listen to, because her dear blonde friend had clacked her lavender heels and disappeared into a heap of glittery dust.

On Lilac's return, Catt and Lilac were able to come up with a plan. Chelsea realized she was on the outskirts when it came to planning and strategizing and thinking long term. She wanted to think in the now. Live for today. The lavenderette had a hard time thinking past a few illusion spells to mind-fuck this annoying sorceress. 

"Oh, Lilac," Alison coos as she rubs her head. "It's always a pleasure," the raven haired girl scans the room, probably looking for an exit.

"Don't bother." Catt had taken a few steps back and grabbed a weapon. "Those ropes around your wrists are enchanted."

Despite her words, Alison tries to break free. Her dark magic threads through the restraints, but falls into mist when the rope doesn't budge.

"What do you want?" Alison snarls, leaning back into the chair.

"Answers," Lilac says as she takes a seat across from her. "Tell us about your mother."

Chelsea vanishes into the air and reappears beside Alison. "Please tell us about mommy dearest. I'm dying to know."

Alison's once confident smirk had faded, replaced by a wary, calculating look as she glanced between the three girls. Lilac, sitting calmly across from her, exuded an unsettling sense of control that Alison hadn't expected. Catt stood behind her, gripping a weapon, ready to strike if necessary. And then there was Chelsea, who had just reappeared beside her, whispering her mocking words with an eerie calmness that sent a shiver down Alison's spine.

"Tell us about your mother," Lilac repeated, her voice cold.

Alison scoffed, trying to regain some semblance of control. "Why should I tell you anything? You think you can intimidate me? My mother's magic is far more powerful than anything you could ever comprehend. You're just a bunch of—"

"Kids?" Catt interjected as she tightens her grip on her neutralizing gun.

Chelsea's voice is a low purr in Alison's ear. "Yeah, we get that a lot. But we're the ones who caught you, aren't we? Tied you up nice and tight like a little present for ourselves," a trickle of maniacal giggles echo into the air.

These girls could no longer leave anything to chance. The Cheshire twins had no allies. They may have stayed at the castle with Lilac because she was their best friend, but it was also because they had nowhere else to go. Their parents had abandoned them at birth and they had been left in the possession of their cruel aunt, so Wonderland Palace was as much their home as it was Lilac's. And in the midst of losing it, all the girls had gone a bit...mad.