Alice was still standing there smiling back when two hard hands gripped her arms. She wrestled in their grasp. “Let me go! I just want to go home!”
“You aren’t going anywhere,” growled the taller of her captors. He was a lantern jawed man in a security officer’s uniform.
“Unless we take you there,” said his ferret faced companion.
Immobilized by shock, Alice allowed herself to be led into an elevator and stood stiffly while the neat bows of her gown ties were undone.
“Bad girls aren’t allowed to wear nice nighties,” snarled one of the guards.
The elevator doors closed as her gown fluttered to the floor. The fedora was snatched from her head, taking her bandage with it. Her bare scalp was cool without the covering.
“Bad girls have to go see Slither,” said the other guard.
The elevato
