Compass of Ruin

Elena is sold, betrayed, and dragged into Neverland's chains by those she'd never expect. Pan wants her for her power she doesn't know she has. He doesn't ask for loyalty-he breaks her until obedience is the only language left. She fights him at every turn, fueled by rage and a refusal to kneel. But Neverland's cruel, and so is the boy who rules it. The game changes when Pan proposes a deal that Elena can't refuse, earning a matching tattoo with her captor. But this deal doesn't just set the rules, it seals her fate,and chaos unfolds. The longer she remains on the island, the stronger it's grip becomes. She's forced to confront a truth more terrifying than captivity: she's beginning to care for the enemy who ruined her-and that might be the one thing that destroys her completely.

~Sneak Peak~

"You run," he says, drawing a thin line down my left arm-not deep, just enough to sting, to burn, to remind me I can feel even if I can't move.
I gasp, the sound sharp and ugly.

"You hide," he continues, repeating the motion on my other arm. My fingers twitch uselessly, my mind begging my body to obey.

"And you resist me," he finishes, the blade lifting my chin just enough before it traces my cheek. Not enough to truly wound-never enough. Just enough to humiliate. To mark.

Each touch feels deliberate. Measured. Like he's counting.

Tears finally spill over, sliding down my temples because I can't even wipe them away. Panic claws at my throat, my heart hammering so hard it feels like it might break my ribs from the inside.

"And after all that," he murmurs, circling me slowly, "you still don't seem to understand why I don't tolerate defiance."

He stops in front of me again, meeting my eyes.

He grabs my wrists and bends down, making another mark with the knife. I will my eyes to look down, see what he is doing to me. Thats when I see it-

A bloody "P" carved deep into my right wrist.

"Just incase you forget who you belong to"