Watching her

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This is a first draft so it's a bit off as it's still coming into form so I'm more than happy to hear reviews or ideas. This is also work in progress so it will be being added too and changed as I feel I have another good piece for it.
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Hello Hatter it's been a while may I sit beside you and have the pleasure of your company?
Perhaps you would be willing to chat with me again?

The words..no the questions appeared slowly over his computer screen as he stretched in his chair.
It was Alice.. wonderful little dark Alice.... his Alice kitten. Oh how long had it been since their last chat.

It had been a week or more at best he mused briefly with a slim grin starting to grace his lips.
He paused as he ran his fingers over the image on his screen of the girl in the black lingerie with the vivid neon green of her stocking. For anyone else the attire would seemed lewd and vastly too perverse yet she managed to wear it, lay in a such a way behind the bars of the kennel that she seemed more impish and causally albeit carelessly sensual than heavily sexual or indecently erotic.

Perhaps the sweet yet sly look of her green eyes or the soft paleness of her lips as she smiled. So unaware, so adorable in her playful mannerisms she truly was like Dina's white kitten in her nature all play and wonderment. She knew not of the slight or of the misery she could cause with a mere curl of her claws or the effect of the tiniest flick of her tail.

How the curve of her shoulders or the fall of her hair could incite a flame within him.. she was like a child in that sense.
She knew nothing of the pain she caused him or of those sleepless nights he spent looking out his window musing on how they both were in such different worlds yet under the same sky. She most likely had not even thought of how he longed to caress to her, hold her and to have her look at him with those adoring soul crushing eyes. No no she must have thought of those joyous things, those tender loving moments that he yearned to have with her.

In many a thought he found himself cringing that of he a man of some odd forty years was entranced with this young wounded doe of an eight teen year old.
The scandal of it the pure madness was in it's self intoxicating much like Nabokov's nymphet his Alice haunted him with her presently sorrowful yet sultry appearance and his vision of that last coy pleading glimmer that lingered in the green gold of her iris. Yet his dreamy companion was no boorish and cruel minded Lolita of another's fantasy. But he in quiet passionate observation of her graces could see H.H's play at the demonic nature of female youths. His vernal lover's name came in two quick touches of the tongue to the teeth not three and her form was more that of Venus herself then that of cupids winsome sisters he chuckled aloud the sound flowed with a surprising ease.

He looked at the images again it must have been the darkness of leather around her neck, the stark alabaster tone of her skin or those eyes. How they burned into his mind drawing up all of those darker desires that most kept hidden beneath a thin veneer of social politeness or common civility as he looked into them. While many of his daydreams were the common honeyed rose petal laden and red wine scented scenes. Others were more of a blend of smoky chilled satin, ivory nylon rope and hot candle wax.

Looking over the corner wall with it's fanciful carnival painted carousel animals with their glassy gaze. Settling next to them he ran a hand over the steel cuffs and chain that were wrapped around the brass pole that held the leaping dapple gray horse with it's velveteen reins and aged rein bells.
It had a bit of humor to it with how it was shaped.
It's raven and silver mane half caught in the air also fell half over it's sea toned eyes and it's body arching trapped forever with it's limbs caught in mid leap.

Beside it it's standing fellows seemed to take little notice they being a simple elk which held his extra top hats on it's massive antlers and a oddly metallic sapphire and orange colored weather worn hare who held his right fore paw up as if it were swearing an oath to remember these trivial events or solemn long forgotten gesture to something or someone.

In the web cam clip he had of her she wore glasses funny she never really spoke much about wearing glasses but then he thought who would glasses were common place.
She was looking over her cheaply made chrome toned frames with their scratched lens as she leaned forward and back again in a nervous manner, biting her lower lip in between tiny Cheshire smiles. Looking off to the right of her screen as she settled her left hand into her cheek and in a motion he took to thinking was her gesture of being lost in thought pressed her knuckles against her cheekbone in bored motion.

“God” she sighed loudly into her mic “I hate him, this place and everyone here it's” she paused burning her long pale fingers into her messy black hair and gave a weak tired smile.
The clipped silver and sapphire polish on her nails was a bit annoying and not a color he himself enjoyed seeing on her.
The black and red mix she wore last the last time they spoke was better he would inform her of that little fact after as she appeared highly stressed and in this moment seemed to need his purely human companionship more then his dominance.

The strain of the environment showed in the deep purple lines under her eyes. A harsh and raw scarlet blur showed as she rubbed one of her shoulders.
Perhaps it was a scratch from one of the other girls who lived in that rat hole with her or maybe just another injury caused by the brute.
When she moved he could see the violet colored stain on the upper part of her neck just below the hairline on the side of her head.
She had dyed her hair again covering up the nice, plain yet painfully common and boring brown which that a lovely parallel in his mind to the hardwood of his coffee table.

“it's really nice to have someone to talk too”

Her voice broke somewhat as she shivered and sat up in the ratty gray black chair in that yellowing nasty room with the massive clearly rather old television set in the background.
He could barely made out the horrid outlines of the punk rock posters and lightening bolts symbols that covered the filthy walls.

It only took him a second to realize what that the white, reddish square with the onyx blotch was. A Nazi flag.. he lifted the teacup from the saucer on his desktop sipping the harsh orange spice blend to rinse the taste of the idea of that person who owned that flag also owned his Alice His poor, bruised and exhausted dark little Alice. It was a disgusting thought that the man who entertained those beliefs has the one who also had his Alice in his chains.


Certainly you have a real name don't you my sweet lil Alice he purred.
you must be called some thing besides little black kitten or the hatters girl.

All though I do enjoy the hatters girl myself what do you call yourself my dear in your mind?
What do your close friends call you oh won't you tell me your name Alice?

Her voice a gentle, breathy and velvety much how he imagined the feel the her lips would be as she spoke that single small word.
“Raven” “Everyone and myself calls me raven.”
Her slight speech problem was completely unnoticeable as she spoke the rest of her quick comment.
It only showed when she was nervous or in a hurry to speak.
Her studder was actually somewhat cute in it's own way yet totally disgusting at times.
Simply another thing that would be quickly and swiftly changed about his Alice and yet it had a fond link to the author of his favorite novel who was known for his speech issues and that modeled the dodo after himself.
Ah the work of pure fancy and wonder that was Alice's adventures in wonderland.