WELCOME TO WONDERLAND. "We're all mad here, darling. You are too, or else you wouldn't have come here." He wraps his arms around me, holding me close as everything spins out of control. Glitter bleeding out of his eyes, seeping and glistening beneath the orange lights. "I feel like I'm in a dream. When will I wake up? I'll be okay once I wake up, right?" "You won't wake up, Dev," he whispers into my ear. "You never fell asleep." ☆ You are not dreaming. Devon Taylor enters Wonderland. In no time she falls down the rabbit hole, becoming woven into the chaos and madness that goes on behind closed doors. Her world is turned upside down; sense of time, sense of self, and any normalcy she once knew going out the window. The Hatter guides her through the haze, showing her nothing is as it seems. He himself, is not as he seems. Everything seems so perfect, but eventually it's time to wake up. It's time to go back, but time is not on your side. The clock is ticking. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @hespearls CONTAINS DRUG/ALCOHOL ABUSE, MENTAL HEALTH, VULGAR LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE, & MORE PROCEED WITH CAUTION.

MALEFACTOR (n): one who commits an offense against the law. Camden Muñoz has one self-proclaimed fatal flaw: the moment she gets an idea in her head, she has to follow through with it. Against her better judgment, she's always stuck by this notion. But when these thoughts lead to her committing what she imagined would be a one-and-done robbery, she finds herself at the mercy of a dangerous man in an impossible situation. // Time, I've learned, is a very finicky thing. Sometimes, seconds feel like minutes while minutes can feel like seconds. Time as a construct makes no comprehensible sense at certain points, the intangibility of it all making your existence as a human seem baffling to understand. As I blink, I become aware of the gun in my outstretched hand pointing directly at the head of the man standing behind the register in the liquor store. I'm not sure how I got inside or when. One second I was standing outside with Harry, my feet hitting the sidewalk as I emerged from the alley, and the next, I'm here. Playing God in a moment that no mortal being should ever be able to do. "Open the register or I'll blow your fucking brains out." The same words that Harry spit at me almost a week ago come flying back out. He's standing beside me, an inch back with his own gun out and cocked at the man. A rush of adrenaline surges through me, my lips curling upward momentarily as the words finish leaving. Power. That's what I feel at this moment. // MATURE CONTENT 18+