When Fairytales Come To Life

chapter twelve

He tied me up..

Physically he took a rope and tied my hands together behind my back and can't forget my feet, throwing me over he's shoulder and walking to hes tent. I kicked my feet but it seemed no use.

My back hit against he's bed as I stared up at him, trying to remove my hands from the stupid rope and wriggling my feet out. I froze when I noticed the insane smirk on Peters face before he pulled off he's shirt.

"P-Peter don't, I'm going to start screaming. Please don't do this." I stuttered my words out, watching him come closer to the bed.

My Sirene side kicked from feeling endangered, my fangs unleashing as I began hissing at Peter.

No.. he wouldn't do this..

"Goodnight, Belle." Hes back hit the mattress beside me as I left out the breath I have been holding in.

I knew he wouldn't do anything like that, it's just my mind playing tricks. No actually, he played tricks with me. He made it look like that on purpose, to scare me. I wanted a payback and this is what I get ?

I kept twisting and turning trying to leave the ropes around my ankles and wrists, making me roll to the side of bed and fall off. I must of fallen asleep for a while before I was roughly pulled out of the tent.

"Wake up boys ! Time to play a game." I kicked my legs but by now I already knew it's no use.

All the boys looked at eachother in worry before Pan threw me on the muddied ground, my arms still tied behind my back are gone numb by now. Peter bent down to untie my feet he's smirk filled with pleasure, he enjoyed seeing me down and hopeless. Just two weeks ago he fought for me not to die and now ?

"It's not personal, Belle. I'm sorry." Bailey stepped out of the crowed after being called out by Pan.

I just have him a reassuring nod after pulling myself up, telling him to do what he needs to. He's first punches were light and easy to dodge, even a blind person would know he didn't want to do this. It was quite unfair for the fact I had my arms tied behind my back.

After three lost boys, a busted lip and a bloody nose I had enough. I lay on the ground not being able to move anymore, emotionally drained and with no energy whatsoever.

"Oh look at the poor little girl, do you have enough you whore ?" I shut my eyes leaving he's words consume me.

"Don't, call me that." I mumbled knowing he'll hear me loud and clear.

"Call you what ? Whore, slut, bitch, hooker ?" He laughed as I heard he's footsteps slowly turn and walk away. I took my que to flip myself on my feet and snap the ropes tieing me together, my head shot Pan's direction my fangs unleashing.

"Why don't you come and fight me yourself, Peter Pan." He turned with a signature smirk.

"I thought you would never ask." He reached out for he's sword having a little advantage against me. But nothing beats years of good skills and newly discovered ones.

I flipped back when he swung the sword against me, dodging him was all I could do at the moment. Finally taking my chance I kicked my leg when he lost grip on the sword as it flew to the other side, swinging my leg under he's knocking him to the ground.

"You're only pushing me further away, Pan." I straddled him,holding he's arms by he's sides.

It all just happened in a flash. Peter seemed to kick me off him, my back hitting against a tree trunk my breath temporarily hit from my body.

"You will never disobey me, Belle. Get that through your thick Skull,you are just a lost girl. If you disobey again I will send you rushing back to your old home do you understand me ?" He roared at me as tears started filling my eyes at the mentioning of the place I once called home.

I stared into he's eyes, clouded with darkness. It was darker and worse than what I've ever seen before, this is what Peter truly looked like when he was taken over. Almost possessed.

"You really are a demon Pan. Congratulations on driving me away, forever."