She had hardly made it off the Gondola before she decided to take a small break, sitting upon a wooden crate within the Hatter's domain. Gears churning and steam seeping from cracks in the pipes could be easily heard through the walls, as well as the annoying automated voice telling the factory workers to continue working. She had to catch her breath though, the heat and moisture of the area was simply too much to power through. Her boots were off, sitting next to her as she let her feet breathe through the white and black striped socks that adorned them.

However, during her rest she had found a strange new 'friend'...

"Would you like for me to kill you?" Alice asked very calmly, her green eyes fixated on the little blue-haired human who sat with his legs against his chest in her open palm. "I can tell by looking at you that you don't belong here. Your story is hardly the strangest I've heard... Really, we both have quite a lot in common."

"Really?" Mat said sheepishly, looking up to her as she leaned back against the brick wall of the factory.

"Well I don't have pockets and I can't very well leave you here now can I? Trapped in the Hatter's Factory alone would be a fate worse than death, and you seem particularly fond of being crushed flat. If what you've said is really true then I can't see why not."

"Right..." Mat nodded, his shy expression still apparent on his face. "It would be an honor to be killed by you, Miss Liddell."

"It really was a pleasure, little one." Alice said with a gentle smile as she brought her right hand over the mouth of her leather boot. "I'll try to prolong it for you, but with how much jumping I do i'm sure you'll be a stain quite quickly. Next time you return, do tell me of your travels. It's nice to talk with someone in here who isn't absolutely bonkers."

"I will... Maybe over tea sometime?" Mat replied with a chuckle.

"Sounds lovely. Good luck on your travels."

"From what you've told me about yours, it sounds like you're the one who's going to need luck. Take care of yourself, Alice."

She smiled a pleasant smile before rotating her wrist. Mat watched as the side of her glove-clad hand lowered to reveal the waiting maw of her leather boot below. He could see the heat radiating from within even in this musky environment. He clenched his little teeth as he began to lose grip. It wasn't long before gravity took over, and he was sent plummeting down into the depths of her boot. He landed on his back, gasping for air in the musky confines as the smell of Alice's sweat overtook him. He was quaking in pleasure already as he looked up to Alice's brilliant green eyes staring back at him.

She didn't say anything, she simply smiled. Most of the other people she's run into here in Wonderland spoke in strange riddles and never made any sense. He didn't though, he was another lost soul on an adventure that he didn't truly understand himself... She could relate to him with her own adventure. Perhaps they were both simply mad, but it was nice to know she wasn't the only human being that could be on an insane journey.

Mat watched as her black socked toes came over the opening, cutting her face out from view as the bottom of her sock descended. The light began to fade, he could see her toes were very well clenched as she pulled her boot into place. When her foot had fully entered, the temperature seemed to double as the space disappeared. He could feel a hard wall of fabric and musky sweat pressing down on him... He was beneath her heel, a place he simply wouldn't survive under for more than a single second.

"That won't do now will it..." He heard her say, her voice muffled through the leather. The space opened up a bit between her sweat-clad sock and the musky well-worn insole of her boot. His entire prison shifted into a slide, his little body easily fitting along the path as his arousal ran along the slick fabric of her sock. He gasped in pleasure, whimpering to himself in almost a cry as he reached her toes. She felt his little body slide, and as soon as he was safely in the crevasse she tightened the buckles on her boot and stood up. "That's much more comfortable."

Then, her journey began once again. She grabbed the hilt of the Vorpal Blade and shook it free from the wooden crate she had stabbed it into. The heat was bad for her, but it was much worse for her little companion as her sweat began to coat his little body. It was roasting him alive... As she made her way along the walkways, she would gently squeeze her toes every so often as a reminder to her newfound friend that he was not forgotten. It had an unseen effect on the little one.

He was in such a position that the sweat-coated fabric had folded nearly permanently in front of his body, catching his arousal in the crease of the fabric. Each step she took shifted the crease inward and outward, so with every move she made another horrifyingly powerful blast of pleasure was sent through his tiny body. It lasted for hours as Alice battled her way through the fortress that was the Hatter's Domain, attempting to avoid being crushed herself by the demented steel hands and feet that pounded the assembly lines. She was successful in her fight, somewhat empowered by her newfound discovery even though she still didn't know much about this 'Train' she was seeing everywhere.

Mat's body was sticking to the fabric of her sock as he started to lose his mind. There was no release from the pleasure, not even death would allow him respite. He knew what he was signing up for, though he was honestly surprised that someone so beautiful would be willing to end him in such a humiliating way. She rode upon jets of steam and danced over lava flows while her foes tried their best to kill her. The adrenaline in her system as well as the overall heat of the area caused her boots temperature to rise significantly. A normal human would have died from heat stroke long ago...

"Idiot. I should have left you in bits... The least you could do is help me discover what's going on." Mat heard, Alice's voice muffled by the walls of her boot.

She didn't get a response from whoever she was speaking to, she was quickly turned about and lifted from the ground at a rapid pace. The speed at which she moved had dislodged his little body from her sock, sliding him into the uninhabitable zone beneath her arch. He took a deep breath of the smell, gripping the wrinkled fabric as she was tossed about within her boot. Whoever had her was quite rough with her. He didn't have the strength to fight his way back up beneath her toes as she was let off the Hatter's back.

She stepped down, pushing the air from Mat's lungs as his body creaked beneath her weight. A few seconds of standing and his little skeleton began to fail. His rib cage flattened out in a sickening little crunch as his hips splintered and ripped through the skin allowing his intestines to ooze from his little body. Alice ran, carelessly grinding Mat's helpless body into the sweat-soaked fabric of her sock. In all honesty, she didn't even feel his death. The absence of him beneath her toes went unnoticed as well due to the wrinkles in her socks' fabric.

~Mat was reduced to a stain of red against the underside of Alice's sock, mixing well with the abundance of steam and sweat until he was nothing.~