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I picked up my pen and notebook resting on my knees, and I listened, personal intrigue underlying my methods.
Chapter 8
Alice
Into madness we all dwell
Seeking redemption and solace
Round and round the depths of hell
Shattered souls meet with its malice
I carefully makemy way along the elaborate maze of high pillars and ostentatious decor. Ornate marble stones lead my path into what seems like a Greek paradise. I wear a white silk negligee that falls just above my knees, my hair wavy and loose as it hangs down over my shoulders.
That, I was told, is how I am to be presented.
I shook as a light breeze drifted across my legs, the air billowing the sheer white curtains, two large and imposing shadows silhouetted in their depths. For the first time since arriving, I am afraid.
Closing my eyes, I kneel, knowing this is what the twin figures are waiting for. Clear instructions have been provided to me byhim. That vile treacherous being who has taken what didn’t belong to him.
The Master.
He’s already owned my body and wrecked my soul. Yet, in my self-loathing, I still find the power to obey as I humble myself before these shadows.
The tap of their heels beats a staccato rhythm along the marbled floor and two perfectly shined, elegant pairs of dress shoes appear before my line of vision.
“We want to see your eyes.”
They speak at the exact same time, their voices flowing into one another. A soft echo is the result, but one that commands obedience. My eyes trail upward along black sateen suits and well-tailored jackets. Their white buttoned shirts shine pristinely against their pale complexions. The twins are precise replicas, seemingly made of delicate porcelain. An illusion I can’t afford to indulge. I gasp as my eyes meet with two sets of golden hues haloed in immorality.
They aren’t here to make my life easy. As I catch the double sneers that lift the corners of their mouths, I know they’re here to wreak havoc on what is left of my soul.
“Well, aren’t you pretty?” The one on the left says, his blond hair glistening in the light. A taunting grin encompasses his brother’s features.
“Let’s not be rude, Brother. Tell her who we are,” the other man teases, playfully nicking his brother’s elbow with his own.
“Yes, of course. I forgot myself for a moment, my name is Rex, and this here is my twin brother, Reed. We will be your captors for the day, and we will be making sure you follow the rules.”
“What rules?” The question leaves my mouth before I’ve been given permission to speak. Foolish. I risk punishment for such a transgression.
“Why the rules of Wonderland, my sweet girl.”
I turn my head slightly, my gaze following the steps of Reed as he circles me. Standing at my back, he pauses. His hands trail through my long black tresses gently, before grabbing my head and yanking me back so that I am forced to gaze upward. I let out a sharp whimper as his brother steps closer, leaning down and gripping my chin with cruel fingers, forcing my face into his brother’s crotch where his erection is tenting the fabric.
“Oh, we’re going to have fun with you.”
They lift me swiftly, each carrying an arm and a leg to what looked like a platform of some sort. That familiar cross shaped in an X looms in the center of the room. I remember it from before. Daring me to play, enticing my darkest desires, yet, I’m not as eager as I once was to lay against its hard and unforgiving surface. Reed twirls my body around and slams my back up against the cross. I shiver knowing this is not going to be a playful experience.
He brushes a strand of my hair that has fallen across my cheek and smiles as his face looms close. A knowing grin of what is to come. Control is forever dangling just out of my grasp.
“Hands up,” he orders while Rex grips my wrists, strapping them to each side of the beams with silvery chains that glow in the light. The same is done with my legs.
I close my eyes and breathe as foreign hands drag down my body, one gripping the flimsy material of the negligee. I scream as the material is torn apart and the tattered threads are left to hang at my sides. A reminder that I am always at the mercy of my captors, whoever they may be.
“She’s a goddess,” one whispers while the other laughs.
I can’t keep up with which one is talking or moving. They are in sync, perfect and patronizing gods that enjoy their sick and twisted game.
