His Lost Girl(s)

Chapter Three

The next week on this mysterious island had been a living hell. Constantly tossed around from boy to boy, manhandled and groped and played with like a doll. I felt like a toy, and honestly, that's probably what the Lost Boys saw me--and all the other captive girls--as. That girl from my strange vision hadn't just been a figment of my imagination. She was real. Her name was Breanna, a red-haired girl with pale skin, on the short side when it came to height. She kept giving me that look of warning, pleading for me to do something. I had been lying low this past week, trying to get a feel for how the boys were, acting like the docile pet they wanted me to be.

Soon, I would show my true colors. Soon, I would fulfill Breanna's request to stand up against my captors.

I could tell that some of the girls had lost all sense of reason, abused into submission. One example was a raven-haired girl, pale as a sheet. Charlotte. She was a favorite among the boys, and I understood why. They loved docility, and she had been on Neverland for so long that all fight in her had left her body. Now she let them do what they wanted, and she did what they wanted. And...she looked like she was enjoying it. Stockholm Syndrome.

And then there were girls who loved being sluts. That was what made me wanna throw up over myself. Example A: Eleanora, fondly nicknamed Nora. She was the spitting image of what the boys wanted. Long blonde hair. Pretty blue eyes. Ivory skin. Skinny but curvy. What made her even more special was that she was a favorite of Peter Pan himself.

Every morning, I almost always saw her walking out of Peter's tent, a broad smile on her face. She didn't even sleep in her cage most of the time. Throughout the day, she liked to dance for the boys and let them grope her. She was a bloody slut. Seducing the boys with her looks, her words, her body. Everything.

And Peter Pan absolutely adored her. The favorite. And if Peter Pan liked you, you meant something.

I didn't mean anything yet, because he had never taken me into his tent. It was like I no longer existed since I found myself here. And a part of me was glad for that.

There were three types of girls I noticed here: the ones like me who tried to stay under the radar even though they hated it, the ones with Stockholm, and the ones who loved it.

I hadn't seen any fighters yet. I intended to be the first. Something had to be done.

"I have a boy in mind, yes.." Peter answered the Lost Boy Felix, as he stroked Nora's hair, who was in his lap, practically purring like a cat. "He's spirited. He could make a good Lost Boy if he's loyal enough. I'm still watching him to see if he's good enough."

"You haven't had a new one here for so long. I like the new girls, but God damn. I'm bored." The boy who happened to be holding me said that, as he played with the curls of my brown hair. I hated being played with like this, but it was a matter of time before I would stand up and stop this. I would save these girls.

"How do you like that new one, Cody? She's quiet." Peter's green gaze swept over me, and I forced myself not to look intimidated.

"I have to say, she's a little boring. She's adorable, but she doesn't do too much." I internally scowled. He hadn't seen anything yet. This was my plan. Stay under the radar. Attract the least amount of attention. Let Nora take all the spotlight.

"She seemed to have such a fire that first day. Now she's so...docile. Have you succumbed to us, Sarah, or are you pretending so you can make a stand later on, once we think you're nothing special?" Peter's sly grin made it even worse. He knew. He fucking knew. How did he figure it out so quickly?!

I tried to hide the fact that I had just been caught red-handed, but every muscle inside of me tensed up. I was so stupid. Of course he would figure it out. He was Peter Pan. I was an idiot to think I could fool anyone. I was just a stupid girl. Yet, I still tried to lie my way out of the mess I had fallen into. I shook my head. "N-no... That would be stupid. I wouldn't do that.."

"Then why is it, dear Sarah, that the first day you challenged me upon seeing other females locked up, but straight after until now you act as if nothing bothers you? A bit strange, if you asked me. I can see right through you. Especially with that look of a cornered deer in your pretty eyes." A chuckle escaped from his lips, and I wanted to disappear at this moment. It wasn't helping that Cody's hand was brushing against my arm. I was in hell.

Anger boiled up inside of me. Fine. I wouldn't wait any longer. If he knew, then I wouldn't hide anymore. I shoved Cody's hand away from me, and I stood up furiously, my hands balled into fists. "Fine. Yes, I was planning to gain your trust until the right moment to stand up and take back my dignity. Why wouldn't I? I'm not a slut like Nora, practically begging for your attention like the spotlight whore she is. And I won't let myself be abused into Stockholm syndrome like Charlotte. I will fight for my freedom, and for the rest of the girls' freedom, even if it means I have to kill you to do so."

They weren't even intimidated by my threat. They all just grinned at me like I was a puppy trying to be intimidating, and they all laughed. Even Nora was laughing. "You're new, Sarah," Nora chided. "You're afraid. Just give it time. You'll grow to like it. And maybe Peter will let you sleep in his tent at least once. It's okay to be frightened, little kitten. I was afraid of these boys too."

"You're a slut. All you want is to seduce these boys into adoring you so you don't have to sleep in a cage every night. You probably don't even remember what that's like, since I see you coming out of Peter's tent every morning. You're a manipulative little bitch and I won't become like you. I will get out of here, and I'll take all of good souls left with me." I wanted to slap her for being such a bitch, but I didn't have the energy. Let her do what she wanted.

"Cody, why don't you take Sarah to your tent? The kitten is afraid. Show her there's nothing to be afraid of." Peter lazily kissed Nora's head before giving me a sly grin which said I can play this game, darling.

As Cody threw me over his shoulder and began to drag me toward his tent, I fought and kicked and begged for him to let me go, but the kitten had become a mouse.

I had already lost the game before it even started.

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A/N

Helloooooo! Okay so I know people are sensitive about the dirty you know what thing. I'm asexual and I don't even like you know what so know that I will never write a scene like that. The most I will ever do is touching and stuff along those lines. Never anything too crazy. And note that I do not think Pan is a fuckboy. This is literally a joke that Sarah had and asked me to do it for fun. Just putting that disclaimer so everyone knows.

Anyway, I had a lot of fun writing this chapter! Peter is a sly mofo ahahahhaha XD He knew exactly what game she was playing. Do you guys like Nora? Would you like to see more of her? Would you like to see more of poor abused Charlotte? Or Breanna?

Do you think Peter will take her into his tent at some point? ;p

Let me know what you guys think in the comments!

~ Sammie <3

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