The White Rabbit

"Come on, A. You know that you're going to love this place. I promise it'll be safe." that's what my best friend Julie said as she hailed a taxi. It was about 17 below 0 and somehow she managed to drag me out of my snuggie. "Do you remember me having to drag your ass home?" I said with folded arms and pressed blood red frozen lips. She chuckles as the taxi comes up curbside "Ok, it won't be like that. This is more... pleasure" her trailed words leave me with an arched brow and sudden concern.

Deciding not to be the Debbie downer I get into the flow of the night taking a few selfies, duck face and all, laughing to myself. We pull up and Julie gives $20 to the driver. We exit to a block that is completely vacated with only a darkened alley ahead. "Umm... Jules, where are we?" She hands me a mask. "Just follow." she says and I do. We walk down the alley and stop at a metal framed door. Knocking three times a small window creeks open and she says three words "The white rabbit." he opens.

Big, tall, and muscular he steps aside as we walk passed and through a hallway. Low colors begin to scheme across of red and black and with each flash of red there's a couple. Each in a different position and I stop, Julie turns "It's ok! I promise!" as she speaks I feel hands over my shoulders and a low husk whisper "Listen to your friend." The linger of his words give me a sudden arousal as they brush my earlobe and I turn but its too dark. Another flare of red sparks as Julie takes my hand, pulling me away into the rabbit whole.