Slave for you

Fight or Flight

Ginger lay with her eyes wide open listening to the relaxed breathing of her captor. She hadn't the slightest idea what had come over her when she had admitted to the teen that she wanted him.  Peter Pan wasn't the first boy she'd been kissed by, but he was, however, the first to make her feel like an actual human being and not some..........slave.  While the kiss was deliciously pleasurable, Ginger knew with every ounce of her being that she couldn't stay with the bipolar brat.  She had to get the hell away from this island and it's crazy inhabitants.

Ginger bit her lip and glanced back at the sleeping teenager.  He lay with one arm draped across his eyes, and the other lay on his stomach.  He looked so peaceful in that moment.  Not quite like the obnoxious little tyrant that she'd grown somewhat accustomed to when he was parading her around like his personal play thing.  No, he looked ethereal when he was asleep.  Such a shame he couldn't be the same way when he was awake, but that was his tragic flaw.  Not her damn business.

She slowly eased herself over the edge of the bed and onto her feet, careful to keep from making the slightest sound.  Keeping her eyes on the sleeping Pan, she made her way to the wooden door that shimmered with the aura of the protection spell.  Protection spells were made for the sole purpose of keeping danger out, or in her case, keeping her in.  Lucky for her, she'd grown up in an environment where breaking and making protection spells was a daily activity.  She'd watched Him work his dark magic on this stuff for as long as she could remember.  What many didn't realize about being a slave was that when you wanted freedom bad enough, you became adept at studying your master.  If you learn their habits, learn their abilities, you have a strong chance at using that knowledge to your advantage. Lets just hope that knowledge actually works with me now, she thought to herself.

Turning, so that both Pan and the door were in her line of sight, she lifted her hands in the air and slowly willed the magic around the door to bend to her will.  The action was more or less like unraveling a knitted sweater.  If you pull at the right 'string', you can undo the whole thing in a matter of minutes. 

Ginger quickly sought out the right wave of magic and slowly pulled it towards her, leaving the rest of the magic to unravel at the seams.  With a grin of triumph, she tossed one more anxious look over her shoulder and turned to walk out the door.  Well, she was planning to walk out the door until a thought of brilliance popped into her head.  She rubbed her hands together wickedly and turned back to the sleeping teenager.  She raised her hands and followed the motions she'd seen her master make when he'd created a protection spell.  Poor Peter Pan would have no idea what hit him when he tried to move from the bed.  The idea made her far to giddy for her tastes, but that thought didn't stop her from blowing him a kiss, and walking out the door with only the slight whisper of her cloak as it trailed after her.

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Pan's eyes fluttered open on a groan.  He couldn't recall a time where he'd slept nearly as good as he had last night.  One thing he did know, however, was that his little redheaded companion most certainly had something to do with it.

Pan smiled wickedly at the thought of his girl, and rolled over to pull her in to his welcoming embrace.  His grin faded and an animalistic snarl escaped his mouth at the empty space where his girl was sleeping when he'd retired for the night.  The sound of grinding teeth filled the space of the room, and the smell of fury permeated the air.

In a flurry of movements, Pan went to get out of bed.  When he got his hands on that traitorous bitch he'd- CRACK! Stars exploded behind his eyes as he fell back into the pillow on his bed.  His head felt like he'd run full force into a rock wall.  A pained groan escaped his lips.  What the bloody hell was that?!?