Tale of Black Beards daughter {Ouat Peter Pan fanfic}

Chapter 3

{Mavis Pov}

"Well I guess we are just going to see about that," Peter said with more of a viscous look, it made me wonder really how good these boys he calls or even himself.

His stupid boys walked closer to me giving me a smile of joy, I stood tall and gave them all a anger look "give me all you got!," I yelled before they stopped walking I glanced at Peter, he stood there with his arms crossed and chuckling.

They punched me in the stomach then my face, it hurt a little bit but they mostly had weak punches, every punch they took at me just made me chuckle with the breath I got before every punch.

They started to slow down becoming tired as I stood there licking my lips as I could taste the blood mixing with my spit and I could feel the blood dripping down my bottom lip and nose.

I had bruises on my stomach, eye, my jaw and my cheekbone. Peter walked over as the boys backed up catching there breaths "is that the best you go Peter, you really suck at training your 'boys'," I smirked as he came close to my face.

"Now it's my turn," he said with a smirk still plastered on his face, I spit the blood out of my face landing it perfectly on his face, he was so furious when he wiped the spit off his face "your going to regret that!" He snapped with his anger filling up his body making him look like he was going to explode.

"Untie me and show me what you got," I said with a chuckle seeping threw the words, he untied my with a flick of his wrist, I walked away from the tree facing Peter "Let's Play."

I kicked him in the crotch making him fall to his knees then I swing my body lifting my leg kicking him in the face making his hole body fall to the ground, I bent down and laid my knee on his chest smirking.

"You should work on your skills," I said in a whispered as I back handed him in the face, before I went to nock him in the stomach he pushed me back making me fall on my back, he sat on me with a smirk "or maybe you should work on yours," he said with amusement.

Peter then punched me in the face making me chuckle as it hurt just the tiniest bit then the boys "maybe you should work on your strength," I smirked before I flipped him over and stood above him kicking him in the stomach a few times then the last kick to the face.

"Watch yourself Pan," I smirked as I looked up to the boys, they looked confused and scared mixing in there eyes as they looked at me then Peter, I felt hands grip onto my ankle flipping me on my back "you should make sure I'm dead first."

"Now what you going to punch me some more with your weak arms?," I asked as I stood back up dusting myself off from the dirt. Peter then gripped onto my wrist but as I looked at him I caught a glimpse of a campfire that wasn't there before.

"No, now I'm going to torture you with something you may have not thought of," he smirked as I looked around at the surroundings, we where in a camp 'his' camp. He yanked me into a big hut and threw me down in a chair that was in the middle of the room.

There was a strong smell that filled this hut the mixture of bio and something else that I couldn't get the thought of it, he tied my arms and legs down on the chair making it tight so I couldn't move.

With a snap of his fingers my shirt, vest, boots, and pants where gone leaving me to my strap around my bra and my underwear, he looked back at me with confusion and started to poke at my body "hey! Stop that!," I yelled flinching trying to dodge his pokes.

"Your a girl?," he asked curiously "what.. Where you expecting a dick to suck on?," I smirked as I leaned back against the chair calmly, he looked at me furiously "what did you say to me!," he yelled in my face again.

"Oh I'm sorry did that offend you.. Shockers," I said amused and letting out more of a smirk to him "well I guess the game is about to change," he smirked back leaning his hands against the arm rests of the chair in my face.

I spit in his face once more making him more furiously then ever "you stupid girl," he said annoyed while he walked to a desk with a dagger there, he grabbed the dagger and walked back over to me.

"This time you won't die but the next time.. You will," he said amused before shoving the dagger in my leg making me scream in pain, I have been tortured even being stabbed but it will still hurt.

"Oh I'm sorry did I hit one of your bruised scars like the rest of them?," he asked with a smirk pulling it out, "your going to regret this," I said as I was catching my breath before he shoved the dagger in my stomach now.

I screamed again making him more amused "you sure about that?," he smirked again pulling the dagger out holding it by my neck, "go on do it!," I yelled fearless "oh love, I won't kill you.. At least not yet," he said cutting the dagger just slightly across my neck so it didn't bleed out for me to die.