Villain (ouat Peter Pan one shot)

Slave

Peter was woken up to the feeling and sound of his cage being brought down. He rubbed his eyes and watched as his cage door opened, Felix being on the other side.
"Get out." The former friend ordered.
It hurt him even more since he was still hurt. He'll probably be bruised forever now that he thinks of it. Felix led him to the camp and brought him straight to, what used to be his, Fiona's tent. She sat on what is now her cot and smiled at him as he walked in. He was beginning to think that the eternal bleeding was now becoming deadly.
"Hello, dear." She stood and walked up to him, pushing him down to a stool that magically appeared. Felix left the tent to leave Peter in Fiona's hands.
Pan sighed and stared up at the one he still loved, "Hello, Fiona..."
"Tell me, how does it feel to be the vulnerable one now? To be nothing but a mortal scum?"
Stab wounds was all he felt now. He didn't dare answer.
She raised an eyebrow and a corner of her lips upturned. "Staying silent now, huh? Not feeling up to flirt?" She nudged him.
He shook his head, hanging it low, not wanting to see what she has become. But her fingers caressed his chin and lifted his face to look her in the eyes.
"You know, this may be an advantage... Because from now on," She let go before finishing her sentence, "you'll be my own personal slave. You still love me, don't you?"
He pressed his lips together, keeping them closed so he couldn't answer her. But his answer was read clearly across his face, "Yes."
Fiona sighed and kissed his forehead, "It'll be alright, Peter... As long as you behave you'll have my kindness."
He now furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "What do you mean?"
"Oh, now you talk?"
His nostrils flared in slight irritation, "Yes, now answer me..."
She chuckled, "I'll tell you one thing, you're showing bad behaviour right now. But that's okay, I'll let it slide. Good behaviour is being loyal and respectful, presenting your duty well."
"So am I supposed to do tricks or something? Like a dog?" His fire was beginning to come back.
"No, but you must certainly be a servant and a chef. Speaking of, the lost boys need their breakfast. Get to it." And with that she walked out of the tent.

Peter wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand. He has been cooking in the heat for ten minutes and his mortal form wasn't taking it well. But alas, a plater of eggs in a basket was brought to the hungry boys. He sat next to Fiona and Felix, giving them whatever they asked for.
"Bring us some salt."
"Fetch the water jug."
"Clean the dirty dishes."
Orders thrown left and right. Their last request was to grab the hunting weapons. He stared dully at Felix as he dropped the many crossbows and spears in front of him.
"I don't think you're behaving well, Peter. Put on a pleasant face, won't you? Don't want to upset Fiona." Felix snickered and walked off after taking a weapon.
He narrowed his eyes at him before bringing his attention to his old lost boys who picked the weapon of their choice. It was one of the lost boys that stood by his side after they grabbed a crossbow.
"What's happening, Pan? Why aren't you our leader anymore?" The lost boy was Devin.
Peter looked at the one who he remembered was competitive yet caring. "I've lost at my own game... But everything will be alright, Fiona will take care of you boys."
"But you look miserable! And as strange as it seems, forgive me, but I was watching as you cooked the breakfast earlier and you were sweating. Are you mortal now?"
As much as he tried for them not to, the questions were frustrating him, "Yes, okay? Now go on with your hunt! I don't think you boys are supposed to be talking to me."
Devin hesitated before leaving to go with the others.
Peter sighed and looked down at the last weapon, his crossbow... Fiona suddenly picked it up.
"Sorry, dear. No more weapons left, you can't come hunting with us. But take this time to rest, okay? You've been doing a great job so far." She patted him on his shoulder before leaving him to be the only person in the camp.
He then sat on a log and when he knew for sure no one was at his presence, he let the tears come out.