The mastermind that controls her

Doutzen enters the room, her blue eyes carefully scanning the place, her mind testing the limits of whatever is controlling her.

As she enters, three goons exit, holding a flashlight and a taser gun, one of them a big brute of a man. Doutzen is surprised when they pay her no attention, and simply walk past her.

She sees a long table set for tea, capable of seating ten people, although at the moment only one sits at the head of the table. The man is wearing an old-fashioned long coat in a greenish color and a yellow neck cloth. His attire is literally topped by a massive top hat, and upon seeing it, Doutzen identifies the man as Jervis Tetch, the Mad Hatter.

She decides now would be a good time to get him monologuing and tries to say something.

“Mr Tetch!”, she says, surprised that she can can actually speak, “It seems that you have the advantage. But why did you blow up the museum? What can you hope to gain out of all this?”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. How rude of you dear Alice! Not even a greeting first? Well, all our guests are out dealing with stuff...”, the Mad Hatter pauses as he grunts, “...and I'm busy directing them.”, he says as he points at his hat.

“I've invented an implant that gives me more precise control than mere commands, and even lets me experience what the controlled individual sees and hears...”, he pauses again, “even the sensations they experience as they play with Adriana's perky boobs at the moment! But she's been very bad, damaging one of my implants and she needs to pay!”

Doutzen attempts to correct the delusional man, “My name is D...” she tries to say, “Do..o.”, but the words won't come out.

“What is that Alice? You have something to say?”, the madman replies with a grin.

“My name is... Alice.”, Doutzen replies with disgust. She knows that she's been controlled to say so and that whatever is controlling her is inside that ridiculous over sized hat, but she can't help do otherwise, at the same time feeling really worries about the other two angels.

“Maybe I could buy some time?”, she thinks as she finally reaches the end of the table where Tetch sits, and tests to see if she could extend an arm towards the hat, with no luck.

“Yes, Alice, that is your name, no need to say it over and over again! Now, why don't you show your gratitude to your gracious host for this tea party?”