[Peter Pan/ Robbie Kay Imagines]

I'm Peter. Peter Pan.

Sword is pressed to my neck, spots of blood trails down the sword as I try and move to meet my captor. My body is being pressed up against the tree, it's rough surface scratching against my skin, leaving white and red marks along my arms and back. "Your hurting me." I mumble, watching as a trail of blood runs down the blade and drips onto the dirt floor. "Does it look like I care?" The British voice says in vicious tone , I contemplate whether I should reply to that. "If you don't care, then why are you doing this?" I bite, trying not to wince as a piece of tree bark scrapes my lower back.

"You are on my island. How did you get on my island?" The man says, his voice dripping with anger and viciousness. He presses my back against the tree harder, our skin pressing harder against each other as I try to breathe for air. "I-I-I don't know. I can't breathe!" I try and say, but I bet all you could hear was 'Don't know. Can't bred.' He sighs and carefully takes the sword off my neck, and I can feel a bit of blood rushing down the crevasses of my breasts. My eyes adjust to the blinding light as I can finally see who put the damn sword up my neck.

The man stands tall, green rags covered his skin and weapons littered his belt and shows that were neatly tied up. Curious, I look at his eyes, green. They were marvellous, green eyes with gold flecks swirl. They say the eyes are they key to ones soul and just looking at his eyes, they hold a leader, a vicious leader, a monster and a lost boy. His stance as well said it all, his chin held high and the eyes scan me, like he's never seen my kind before, like a new toy. "Who are you?" He commands, his voice echoing off the mass of trees and shrubs that surround us. His words do not effect me though and I roll me eyes, not caring that he's holding a sword or dagger. "What's it to you?" I say, eyeing suspiciously. His expression turns dark, his eyes instantly turn into a darker green and stares me down, his body moving in circles around me, while his dagger is carefully being played in his hand.

"What's it to me? You are on my island. Everything on this island is mine, that means you are to." He replies, the darkness of his eyes meeting my confident brown ones. "Possessive much? Look, I don't know where I am. And you. I don't know who you are!" I retort. He reacts in anger and pushes me back against the tree with the blade in his hand and his left arm pinning me down. "Don't you defy me! Besides you'll find out my name soon enough. Remember you are mine and always will be." He growls, and he looks up to the sky and whistles. "What are you-" I start, but then silhouettes appear from the bushes, bodies of big and small and dressed in rages litter themselves around the forest.

Their bodies easily manoeuvring their ways through the forest, they were like animals and trying to gulp back some frightened tears, I can see why I thought of it. "Boys! You are to escort this lady back to the camp. I don't want no questions and do not give her anything she requires. Send her to the extra hut and guard it, make sure she never comes out. I'll deal with her." He barks, his eyes preying on the group of boys in front of him, each covered in dirt and rags of animal skin. The man stood tall, watching his group, he looked vicious, arrogant and won't take no for an answer, he was a leader to these boys and the boys were scared of him.

Then in a flash, they grab their dirty little hands on me and clamp my hands together with some sort of vine and start violently pushing me towards the camp. No mercy what so ever.

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The boys pushes me into a small hut, it surprisingly had a bed, table and wardrobe with a few other essentials and amities I needed. They were rough when they dragged me hear, they howled and whistled and gave me all the dirty looks. They all were monsters, feral animals and they all looked like boys.

Somehow they looked broken, but they were all built again and- "What's you name?" A voice calls, it's accent was fierce and demanding, sending chills down my sore spine. My body shifts on the bed to meet two pairs of green eyes, a breath fanning down my neck and a handsome boy with no mercy. His eyes were determined to find out who I was, they looked like they would kill me if I didn't answer and I gave him the exact same look.

"Who are you? I'll tell you my name if you tell me yours." I bite, trying to find out who he is. He smirks, his right eyebrow raising and stands up on his feet. "Did I forget to introduce myself? I'm Peter. Peter Pan." He smirks, eyeing me down. Pervert. Snorting his eyes turn to slits, I start hysterically laughing. "And I'm totally Tinkerbell!" I laugh, looking at him, he doesn't chuckle. He's dead serious. "I'm not joking. And never joke about Tinkerbell. I'm Peter Pan." He says, and a deadly silence erupts in the air.

A.N Yay! Dem feels. 
Shoutout to TheNamesPeterPan for following me
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