She slowly climbed down out of the clearing, and the White Rabbit stopped and stared.
"I'm.. I.. uh... late. That is, I mean.. Important. Late. I.." he stammered, as she continued to smile seductively and inch towards him, her body moving just so, each step over a branch or root revealing a glimpse along each silky, smooth, luci...
"No! I'm late for a very important date!!!!" It was more a screech than a statement, and he wanted to go, he had to go. The Queen would have his head, and why did she have the Mad Hatter's hat on anyway? This wasn't the Alice that had come through the hole. What was going on? Why could he not turn his gaze?
Closer, and closer she came, "I have a gift for you, my little bunny." Her voice soft, seductive, wonderful.
He stood rooted to the spot. This was not the Alice he remembered. She finally reached him, and stroked his fur, and his body reacted in a way that a White Rabbit's body should never react in a story of this nature, and he gave in to her charms, and he gave himself to this Alice that was not Alice, this succubi.
So it was that he never noticed the blood stains, or the carving knife she drew out of her bodice, and when it was over, and the White Rabbit was now far more than just White, Wonderland discovered the true meaning of the Cheshire Cat's statement that "We are all mad here."
Some, sometimes, just go a little more mad than most. |
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