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♠ ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀʟᴀɴᴅ

"Are you scared yet, my darling?" The Mad Hatter laughed maniacally.

CRACK.

"STOP!" She yelled, desperate to be untied from the chair.

CRACK.

"Bad girl, aren't you, Alice?" He let out a low 'tsk' sound, as he raised the whip back into the air.

"No! Please! Stop!" The girl yelled, her back flaming with pain as her flesh bled out the hot, deep red liquid from the grotesque wounds on her bare back.

CRACK.

"Good girls don't raise their voice to their master's, now do they?" He snarled at her.

CRACK.

Alice hangs her head low, looking down into her lap, as her tears hit her bare thighs.

The Hatter practically waltzes over to the small, wooden table in the corner. His fingers skim over the various torture weapons he has aquired over the years, then, they dive to clasp a big, bulky wood handle; picking up the object Alice feared the most.

The axe.

He drags his legs slowly across the floor, approaching her with an intense stare. The Hatter reaches her, and in a swift movement, he sets the blade of the axe to rest on her upper back; his hands grasping the wooden handle with a firm grip.

Alice tensed in her seat, a knowing, wide-eyed look casting itself upon her face. She bit her bottom lip and slammed her eyes shut, as the Hatter dragged the blade down her back, lightly piercing the skin. A wave of pain crashed through her body, as the blood flowed out of the new cuts.

"Now, what are the rules again, my dear?" The Hatter spoke with his tone at a sickeningly sweet pace.

"N-Never defy the master; n-never try to r-run away; d-don't raise your voice; e-eat what is given to you; and d-don't be r-rude to the m-master, because good g-girls are s-submissive," Alice recited the well-known list that she had memorized over the years of being the Hatter's captive.

The Hatter tugged on Alice's long, blonde locks and twisted her neck sharply so she was face-to-face with him. His eyes scanned over her features, then his violet eyes snapped up to look in her own hazel ones.

"Repeat," he demanded, voice stiff as he awaited for her to comply to his demand.

"Never d-defy the master; never try t-to run away; don't r-raise your voice; eat w-what is given to you; and don't b-be rude to the master, because g-good girls are submissive," Alice chokes out with a bit more stability than before, though her voice still wavered with fear.

"Good girl," the Hatter's voice was strong, but had slightly softened. He let go of her hair roughly, her head bobbing a bit in after-shock. "Now, go clean yourself up, dearest Alice. The masquerade ball is tomorrow and we have to start your fitting for your gown," he clapped his hands once, and his nimble fingers untie the thurough knots in the rope he had tied Alice up in.

Alice simply let out a feeble nod, as the Hatter left her alone in the basement. She stood up from the chair, her knees nearly giving out from underneath her as she walked into the small bathroom, not bothering to close the door behind her. Her hands shook as she turned up the hot water knob, body collapsing into the slick, now slippery surface of the tub. She worked on the temperature a little, until she got it right; leaning back in the tub, and sinking herself into the water that was now beggining to reach waist level. She let out a sigh at the familiar relief, as he cuts leaked out the last of their deep liquid. It stung a little, but it was the treatment that was required.