‘Where am I?’
Asked hatter, to herself; she was in pain, bitter agony. Bleeding crimson liquid calledblood on the hard, ice cold floor. Darkness was the only thing that surrounded her. Hatter was tied in bloody rope, she felt as if she a flea bites on the left artery on the side of her neck, painful. But not true. It was something far too mystical for that to be true. Her left eye started turning a bloody red, though she did not know this, she was slowly turning into something that was unknown to her. More or less in futre would scare her entire egsitstance
“Hello there, little Hatter... " said a dark figure.
“Or isn’t your true name, something that you wish to hide? What are you doing here in this awful place?” The voice was sly, yet irritating. The voice of the figure spat on the hard in disgust right next to her face.
“I don’t know what you want from me! What are you?!” Hatter’s eyes were still adjusting to the blackness that surrounded her. Her legs were on the brink of shaking. Yet, she was still confused where, or how she had gotten to the place where she was now. Her thoughs consumed her, panic was also an issue as it was telling het gut to find a quite exit out into the light. but, it was pich black, there was no light apart from the gloomy figure that laid his eyes before her.
“Aww, why is your leg bleeding dear child? Let me clean it up for you…” It said, feeling partally sorry for the girl that was in front of him.
The voices’ clean footsteps came closer by the second.
“What do you want with me?!” exclaimed Hatter in excruciating pain,
“Oh everything,” the voice was now by Hatter’s ear unexpectedly he whispered something strange… Something never to be forgetten by anyones standards...
“I wish to make a contract that you cannot refuse..."
