Who Killed Poor Alice?

"Welcome to wonderland." Stab.

A horrible, striking pain seared throughout me, and I was on the floor in a second, my head pounding, I could feel warm liquid fall over my face, forcing me to keep my eyes closed throughout all of the pain. I couldn't even see who was hurting me.

I get it... my name is Alice. I thought through the pain, this had to be someone who knew me, who knew my name. But this can't be wonderland... not all this... I gasped once more as the tip of something sharp went deeper into me, a knife, I knew, nothing else. My head continued to pound on the pavement, my blood became thinner and thinner in my body, I was loosing conciousness of it all.

"Just kill me." I whispered, waiting for a reasponse for as long as I could, waiting for the torturer to comply.

Throughout the darkening, through the pain, I heard a response, it was not a wound, it was not a laugh, it was a whisper, barely audible through my own whimpering. "No."