The mad hatter

Moira rests her back against the wall with a sigh. The soft bed under her does not give her any comfort. Nor does the heating offer her warmth. A day and a half ... that's how long she's been locked up in the bedroom of Jefferson's mansion. She had only seen him when he brought her food, but escape is impossible. That was clear. The windows were nailed shut to keep Moira from climbing through the window. Nor was there anything heavy enough available to break the glass. Deep in thought, she stares at her reflection on the black TV screen. Why didn't Mr. Gold just go to the sheriff? Then she'd already been out of here ... Probably. She can hardly believe it, but she misses her boring life. Working in the bar, her daily Muesli breakfast ... everything. She lifts her head suspiciously. The door lock creaks loudly. Jefferson slowly opens the door and pokes his head in. A smile curls around his rosy lips.

"I thought you might want to change clothes. So I took your keys and went to get some clothes and shoes in your penthouse. Great decor by the way" he winks. Moira stares at him suspiciously as he puts down a bundle of clothes. "I've gone to the store since you've been going to stay here for a while" he grins and continues; "I have a toothbrush, shampoo, conditioner, hair mask, toothpaste, mouthwash, dental floss, skin soap, intimate soap, and a hairbrush. I learned that it is not polite to ask ladies when they are fertile, so I got those lady's diapers. Deo and perfume, some hair rubber bands, and ear sticks. I suspect I have everything. If there is something I forgot tell me, and I'll go get it. " Jefferson nods and puts down the white bag. "Jefferson" speaks Moira softly. He turns and looks at Moira. "Why?" "I don't understand your question" he answers with a smile and shakes his head. "Why are you doing all this for me?" "I may keep you captive, but I'm not a savage. Even the worst captives get a little comfort. Now I'm starting with the food, so you have plenty of time to freshen up." He closes the door carefully. Moira sighs and listens to the lock sliding over the door. Jefferson was right. She would like to change clothes. Normally she washes herself every day. Now it was already two days ago. Slowly he gets up and takes the products. She clicks on the light and looks at the amazingly spacious bathroom, precisely finished with Spanish tiles.

Deep in thought, she lets the flowing water flow over her slender body. The tropical scent of her shampoo plays with her nostrils. She must admit Jefferson had good taste. And he had thought of everything.

Still thinking about Mr. Gold's look, she dresses in white jeans with a matching blue belt. She pulls the white tank top over her head and steps into the blue converse sneakers. Fortunately, Jefferson knows a thing or two about fashion, she thinks relieved,, and lets her long hair fall on her back. Shocked, she jumps up. Jefferson is waiting in the bedroom with his arms crossed. "I hope you like a rabbit" he smiles and grabs her wrist. "Rabbit," she asks incomprehensibly. "As a food," he replies amused and pushes her into the bright corridor. Moira looks carefully at the handgun that is displayed between his belt. Should she? It is now or never she thinks brave. She clumsily places her foot in front of Jefferson's. Grunting, Jefferson falls onto the soft carpet next to Moira. Moira groans for a moment then looks at the weapon that has landed a little further. As fast as she can, she crawls on her hands and knees to the gun. "No" growls Jefferson and hurries after Moira. Hopelessly, she reaches out her fingers and tries to take the weapon. Her fingertips just touch the barrel. Grinning, Jefferson crawls on top of her and grabs her hand. "And I was so sweet," he grumbles and takes the weapon with his other hand. He puts her hand on her back and squeezes it between his stomach and her buttocks. Moira protests hopelessly. Jefferson smiles and puts the gun back behind his belt. "Come on Moira" he sighs and drags her up. Moira tries to escape from his arms. Jefferson smiles and turns her around. With a thump, Moira her back lands against the cold wall. "Jefferson" she pleads softly as he takes her throat. Jefferson grins and stares into her eyes. "Really now, Moira," he whispers and smiles. Slowly he gets closer to her neck with his face. Tears bubble in Moira's eyes. His hard penis in his pants pushes against her leg. She sniffles sad and looks away from Jefferson. Jefferson grins softly and wipes a tear from her jaw. Without a word, he drags her back against his chest and pushes her further up the hall. Moira sighs when Jefferson pushes her down on the chair. He places a handcuff around the handrail and her wrist. "Now, as I said," he starts and gets behind her. He places his arms around her body and cuts her flesh. "I hope you like rabbits. If not, just say it" he smiles. His soft cinnamon scent caresses Moira's nostrils. Jefferson rubs her hair from her face and then sits down in front of her.

"I know you don't remember Moira, but you are a princess. In our world." Moira gives him a soft look. God this is wonderful she thinks and chews the meat softly. "And quite a famous one too. You'll have a lot of enemies, but I assure you I'm not your enemy. Just a man on a mission. Yes, that's what you can call it" he grins. "I'm better known as the mad hatter. But actually, I'm not crazy at all. Your mom, it's thanks to her that I got that nickname. And it's thanks to her that I lost my Grace in the first place." I have no mother "Moira sniffs and takes a potato. Jefferson smiles." You just don't remember. "Moira swallows." Jefferson, I want to help you. Really, but... you need help, Jefferson. "Jefferson smiles amused." You think I'm crazy. Maybe I am. Crazy from living in two worlds. Two stories. Moira takes some vegetables and puts them in her mouth with a trembling hand. "Believe me, Moira, once this curse is broken ... You will remember and it will become clear. That I am not crazy. Nor that I am the bad one. Not long anymore. Oh, no." "Jefferson, please. I don't know what happened to you, but you need help. Don't you hear how?" ... "Crazy I sound" laughs Jefferson. "Yes, I understand. Do you have any idea how arrogant it is to believe your world is the only one? But trust me. Soon you will have to believe me. Just hope the dark one fulfills his promise soon. Now be a good girl and eat your plate." Moira does what he says in silence. Afraid to annoy him. She already challenged him today ... Hopeless ... she tries to slip out of his arms again as he takes her back to her room. Jefferson smiles "sleep tight" he scoffs and closes the door. Moira bites her lip and lets herself fall onto the bed. She sighs and wipes a tear from her cheek. Soft she cries herself to sleep