Escaping from his grip

Chapter 11

When I wake up I find myself on an old wooden bed in a cage. The cage is mostly a hole in the ground but the upper half of the walls and the roof are made from bamboo, on one side of the cage the bamboo wall runs diagonally down to the ground and in it there is a small door where the bamboo was placed further apart. I sit up hanging my legs from the side of the bed agh! I grip my pounding head, then I remember what happened. Pan had knocked me out. 'Impressive how you took down Felix' I hear someone saying. I stand up and walk over to the door on my right, placing my hands on the bars of bamboo. Pan's leaning against a tree while carving something in a stick with a small knife. 'Felix is one of my best fighters' He continues 'if he's your best then how bad are your worst?' I ask laughing. 'Yeah real funny' Pan responds angry while walking over and squatting down in front of the cage 'how'd you do it?' he asks. 'Oh come on his moves were predictable, it took me about 10 seconds to figure out his pattern' I say confidently.

'hm well anyways, why don't you tell me why you're so special?' Pan asks pointing his knife at me. I scoff 'me? Special? You got the wrong girl'. Pan lets out an angry growl and grips his knife a little harder causing his knuckles to turn white 'Don't test my patience new girl, why did Chris need your heart to kill me?' he says not breaking eye contact. I sigh and roll my eyes 'why does everyone keep asking me this, I don't know'! Pan looks at me for a second, he is probably trying to see whether or not I'm lying. After a while he finally speaks 'well, then you better find out because for as long that I don't have an answer, you're staying here' he points his knife at me once more and smirks. 'You can't just keep me here!' I yell. Suddenly I'm pushed against the wall behind me and Pan stands in front of me. He is so close I can feel his breath on my skin and it's making my heart go nuts. 'Oh I think I can and I will, so you better get me an answer new girl' he says angrily. I'm a little scared but I'm not going to show it 'I have a name' I simply state. Pan's expression turns even more angry for a split second and he exhales from his nose out of frustration before responding 'and what might that be?'. 'Jayden' I say confidently while tilting my head a little. 'Fine Jayden get me some answers, or else you're going to be here for a long time' Pan responds and teleports away.

2 weeks later...

The past few days have been boring as hell. None of the boys want to talk to me on their watch so there is no social interaction whatsoever, well except for Pan's daily visits to ask me the same question he asked on the first day: "why did Chris need your heart? Why are you so special?". I'm not going to tell Peter Pan about my powers, god knows what he'll do to me. I'm so bored. The only things I have to entertain myself with are sticks and some pebbles. My daily routine is normally: wake up, eat breakfast, draw in the dirt, erase everything, draw again, answer Pan's daily question, eat lunch, try to talk to whoever is on watch, fail, stretch, do some workouts, train (the best I could in the cramped space), eat dinner, lay in bed, sing, fall asleep. The food isn't special and I get very little. For breakfast I usually get eggs, then for lunch fruit and for dinner some meat. The first two days I didn't eat because I didn't trust Pan anymore, but I got so hungry and nauseous I had to eat something. It's evening now and I'm laying in my bed staring at the ceiling of the cage, there were a few small parts I can look through to see the stars. I start singing...