The Discovery Of Neverland

Chapter 37

POV: Leroy

I have to hide the box fast.
Peter will soon find out it was gone and he will search everyone and everything for it.

He can't find out it was me. Not until I get the opportunity to use it on him.

I hide the box behind my books.
It's not like anyone is going to search through that.

I put my head under some cold water as I feel a tap on my shoulder.

"Ever heard of knocking?" I say while pressing a towel against my face and speaking to the unknown intruder.

"You are right, where are my manners" a deep annoyed voice says.

I almost drop the towel out of my hands as I turn around, and come to face to face with Peter.

I try to come of across as calm as possible but my body betrays me. Which Peter seems to find very entertaining.

"So you think you can steal from me and get away with it?"

I want to speak, I want to tell him he is wrong but my mouth is shut. I can't get myself to make a sound.

I feel Peter is breath on me as he takes a step closer to me.
"Where is it?"

I fake my confidence as i look up to him by lifting my chin up and stare straight at his eyes.
"I have no idea what you are talking about"

He laughs. "Oh Leroy, we are gonna have so much fun"

I take a step back but it's too late.
The last thing I hear is Peter his laughter before my head hits the ground and I black out.

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⚠️TORTURE WARNING⚠️

this chapter contains a lot of torture

Go to the next chapter if you don't
want to read it.

I warned you :)

My head hurts so badly.
But when I wake up I don't open my eyes.
I don't want him to find out I'm awake.

It feels like my head is being hit on by a baseball bat constantly. I couldn't see what Peter hit me with but man this shit hurts.

I hear footsteps coming closer.
I try to stay as a still as possible making no movements.

But I can sense him standing straight for me.
He laughs "Do you really think you can fool me?"

But I still don't dare to open my eyes.
My fear is controlling my body.

I can hear him grabbing something out a drawer. Or at least it sounds like that.

He stands before me and I can feel a metal kind-of-like necklace lock itself around my throat.

"You wanna be quiet? Let's see how long you can."

Before I'm able to think about what he said, I feel the most painful shock going through my body.

Unable to move, I open my eyes looking at the smiling Peter standing infront of me while I feel the stinging aching pain going through my body.

The moment the shock stops my entire body relaxes, it's the most weird feeling I have ever experienced. I would like to keep it with a once-in-a-life-time experience but seeing the look on Peters face I doubt it will be.

"We are gonna play a game. I'm going to ask you questions and everytime you lie or don't answer the question than I'll shock you again."

Shit.

"Where is the box?"

I stay quiet, I'm gonna die if I tell him anyway.

He doesn't wait for a second and I re-live the same shock again.

"I can do this all day"

I manage to say out of breath
"I'm n-never.. going to t-tell.. y-you"

This makes him laugh, I hate his laugh.

I try to pull my arms out of the chains but it doesn't work, it's pointless.

"Fuck" is all that comes out of my mouth.

I look up but Peter is gone, he walked away.

I search the room for something that could help me escape this place.

But I don't get enough time, I see Peter walk back into the room with something much scarier than I can ever imagine.

"Those can't be real" I say.

"Oh but they are" he laughs as he holds the cage with the flesh eating undead mutants.

Peter used to tell us horror stories about them to us as kids. To scare us.
I mean, I never thought they were real.

They look like leeches but instead of sticking to your skin and sucking your blood out of it, they crawl into your skin and eat your flesh until there is nothing left of you.

Peter says with a grin. "You remember what happens when they touch you?"

I swallow my fear as I try to say as calm as possible
"They get into your skin"

As he pushes the cage into my face, getting them to almost touch my cheek. I try to move away from them by leaning as far back while I bite my lip to avoid the tears coming out of my face.
Peter doesn't deserve to see me cry.

"What? You scared? Wanna test them out?"

I shake vividly my head but it's no use.
Peter grabs a glove and uses it to take one of the mutants out of the cage.

I can feel slimey mutant crawl on my body before it digs itself in my skin.
My arm starts the moment the mutant crawls inside of me.

"Get it off me!!!" I yell while crying.
I can't help it, it burns my skin off.

I look at Peter his face while My eyes fill up with tears. But he is completely silent.

"I'll t-tell you! T-the box!" I say while catching my breath.
I can feel the mutant moving it's way into my skin and it makes me want to vomit.

"Beg"

"W-what?"

"Beg"

Peter looks me dead in the eyes and says "I want you to beg for me."

No. No I can't. But it hurts so badly.
I look at my arm, I shouldn't have.
I puke on the floor next to me. All the blood is making me dizzy and sick.

I can't do this anymore.
"P-please peter! I beg you!!"

A smile appears on his face.
He grabs a metal pincers and sticks it into my arm grabbing the mutant and pulling it out of me.

I gasp for air while feeling the burning pain leave my body.

"See? That wasn't that hard was it?"

He is a fucking psychopath.