Slave for you

You are mine

Pan slowly got to his feet, while cradling the shaking girl tight to his chest. Ginger she said her name was. It suited her marvelously. His little Ginger.

He began to walk to the forest with Ginger when a thought struck him. How was he to make sure she didn't try another ingenious escape plan? She's already proven by her suicide attempt that she was willing to do anything to get away from him. He could put her in a cage, but it was too risky. If she was in one of those, she'd have plenty of alone time to.....think. Thoughts in Neverland were dangerous. If an individual has plenty of time to just think then their thoughts could betray them. They could come up with foolish ideas that they could kill him, or worse.

He glanced down at his little Ginger. She was definitely the type that would come up with many scenarios in which she could harm him. If those thoughts were turned into actions, well then he'd be forced to beat her into submission. As appealing as the thought was, he was trying to gain her trust, and in order to do so he had to be smart about this.

" So Ginger," he began, " I know we got off to a rather......bumpy start, and i'll admit that a fraction of it is my fault-," she gasped in outrage causing Pan to shoot her a look to be quiet," but you have to understand that the only people to ever come to my Island are those that either I've personally invited or have come here to kill me. Since I neither know you nor invited you, you must understand the suspicions I had been feeling in those first few moments. And when you attacked me, well..........I felt as though my suspicions were confirmed." Pan sucked in a breath and glanced down to see Ginger fiddling with one of the buttons on her wet shirt.

" You understand where I'm going with this, right?" Pan asked.

She breathed out an exasperated sigh. " Pan, what I do understand is that you're a hypocrite."

Pan sputtered in outrage. " Excuse-," Ginger held up a hand to silence him, which only made his face heat with more anger and a faint hint of surprise.

" No, don't speak, I'm not finished yet. I didn't come here to attack you Pan; in fact I don't even know how I got here. Now, I could always turn this around on you and say that it is entirely your fault because you were more inclined to attack me first and ask questions later. I get that you're a little suspicious of me, but I'm sure that you can come to understand that I'm suspicious of you."

She waved her hands around in the air, nearly catching him in the face. " I mean for God's sake's, what teenage boy owns an Island and has his own personal cult followers?"

Pan smiled at her disdain. " I do, and technically I'm a lot older than I look, love."

" How much older?" She asked glancing up at him from under her eyelashes.

Pan gave a bark of laughter. " Haven't you ever heard it's not polite to ask a person their age?"

" Well you don't look a day over eighteen, so excuse me for being curious."

" You know, I think I'm going to learn to actually like your company." He smiled down at her, resulting in a shy smile of her own. It seemed so out of place, almost as though she wasn't used to it. He wondered why. A question for the future perhaps.

" Soooo," she glanced off into the distance, " does this mean you're going to let me go?"

He snickered under his breath. " Oh not a chance." At her disappointed pout he kissed the top of her head. She jumped at the feeling and tried to move out of his arms. He put that to a stop the second he flew up in the air. She screeched in fear and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. Heh, a ruler could get used to a view like this. And he wasn't referring to the moonlit island, he was referring to the ample amount of cleavage that was revealed when she struggled to hold on to him for dear life.