There was a white rabbit in front of me, standing at the edge of the woods. It was staring, its eyes red and hypnotic.
“Alice!” Mother’s voice said, farther off now. I realised suddenly that I was deep in the woods now. The rabbit and I were still staring at one another as if locked for eternity. A catatonic standoff that left Mother calling us home endlessly. We’d both be running very late.
I wasn’t sure I even could remember my mother's face. I stared into the red eyes of the rabbit and saw my own reflection, twisted in strange proportions. I tried to visualise my mother's face. Long golden hair let down in ringlets at night, her dress, and a head with no face. Just skin where the eyes and mouth should be. Why couldn’t I see her face?
The rabbit opened its mouth to speak and I expected it to tell me something but instead, it just screamed.
I gasped, blinking my eyes open, and fell into the wall. I looked around while panting. I was in the Den of Debauchery, not the woods. The thought of the rabbit with its red eyes and scream made me feel vaguely ill.
I swallowed thickly and tried to get that horrible distorted memory from my head. However, when I looked at the wallpaper the white rabbits were back.
A shaky breath left me as I traced their shape. Then, again, I followed them, finally making it back to Cheshire’s room.
To my shock, he wasn’t there. I’d expected him to be waiting and I suppose that was foolish.
I flopped into his bohemian bed of trinkets and thought about what Mad Hatter has said. Cheshire wasn’t a true cat though and he wasn’t obsessed with me. Intrigued perhaps. He liked this game of cat and mouse.
I saw the memory again. The rabbit with my distorted reflection in its eyes. My heart rate picked up and I had to count my breaths. My vision felt hazy at the edges and suddenly I was so tired I thought I might pass out. I pressed my fingernails into my palm and pressed until my hand hurt.
I was a woman who knew Cheshire was no good for her but couldn’t deny myself of whatever was developing between us.
I wanted him terribly and as I sat on his bed and waited for him, I spun lies in my head. That maybe having sex with him would cure me of this compulsion towards him.
I groaned and looked around the room. There was a freestanding clawfoot tub steaming with water I’d missed entirely. I didn’t wait, getting up and peeling off my dress before sinking into the warm water. It had been ages since I’d taken a bath. I took my time cleaning myself entirely and getting more tired.
Cheshire never showed up so I laid back down on his bed. His smell was all around.
Slowly my eyes closed and I drifted asleep. I heard a quiet purr in my ear encouraging it.
Chapter9
Cheshire
Alice wasn’t aware that she was the White Rabbit of Wonderland. She had suppressed she’d never made it home after wandering here the very first time. Shaheen clearly thought it best she wasn’t aware.
I disagreed.
Without a doubt, I planned to shatter Alice completely—break her into an array of pieces. Force her to come to the truth she’d been avoiding for a long time. That she was Alice of Wonderland and had been for a very long time. That she wasn’t human anymore. Not entirely.
I’d demand her mind and body to crack open and flow over the floor like spilt cream. Because that is what Alice needed and what Alice needed, I wanted to give her.
I was in love with Alice and I would hurt her for that very reason. Luckily, cruelty was something I was familiar with. Something I could even enjoy. I’d take pleasure in torturing Alice.
I wanted between Alice’s legs so that I could lap at her cunt until she didn’t know how to live without me. I wanted Alice addicted, desperate, and destroyed.
She came back to the room, unaware I was already here. I remained invisible and watched her bathe. My smile grew as she scrubbed between her legs. There was a special delight in watching her do something intimate while thinking she was alone. She soaked for a while and I moved closer, my eyes feasting on every exposed piece of flesh.
Right now she looked almost human but her skin was so pale, her hair white like fur, and the tip of her nose tinted pink. Little clues. I couldn’t wait to force my rabbit to show her face. Couldn’t wait to wrap my hands around her long ears as I slid into her wet cunt.
Finally, when she began to nod off, she pulled out of the bath. Water dripped from every piece of her porcelain skin and I realised she was a doll I wanted to break. Shatter her skin, leave my mark across every part of it with bruised bites and clawed scratches.
And I wanted her to get off while I did it. Alice would break down and bleed her truth while her body was beneath mine. I’d wrap my hand around her throat and rut between her legs while I forced her to see what she’d become—my white rabbit.
I waited until she fell asleep and then slid between her legs, licking her with my rough tongue, watching her squirm, and listening to her sigh. She whimpered restlessly while she slept. I licked rougher and faster, burying my face in her cunt to eat it thoroughly. Her body lay lax mostly and her eyes closed, all the while growing wetter in my mouth as I licked her plump lips and then pressed my tongue in deeper.
I thought about not waking her at all. About sliding into her sweet cunt while she slept defenceless beneath me—pumping into her body, groaning as I left her drenched with my release. I thought about her waking up to find my cum painting her thighs, her sex swollen, and the dream of something pleasing between her legs on the fringe of her mind.
I needed to shatter Alice but I would try to be as gentle as possible in the process. If I wasn’t, she’d only flee from me again, leaving me on an endless chase. If Shaheen had any say, he’d prefer that. Prefer her to flee over and over, running from the truth. But Shaheen wasn’t in charge.
