Okay so the next chapters probs aren't going to be as long as the first.
I will warn you that this is very abusive and violent. I'm trying to explore the darkest parts of Peter's character and the power complex he has over those who follow him.
Wendy winced as his long fingers curled around her arm once more to drag her from the dank backseat of the old Subaru. She knew that there would be bruises on her pale flesh come morning.
"Come on, Wendy Darling." Peter's voice hissed as she stumbled behind him like a child's plaything.
"Peter?" A young voice asked from behind them.
"What, Tootles?" He stopped and spun them around. Wendy hung in his grip next to them. Every time she had made a noise in the car Peter had struck her. She had a cut across her lip and nose, broken skin on bone all over her face. Blood seeped out of the wounds slowly trailing down her exhausted face.
The other boy eyed her with pity. "I mean… Peter… we do a lot of things… we steal and deal drugs and we fight for our territory… but kidnapping?" He took a step towards Peter hesitantly. "Peter, kidnapping is a whole new game? We don't know how to deal with ransom or any of that stuff."
"And who said I was going to ask for ransom?" Peter pulled her into him, letting go of her so she no longer had him to balance her. Wendy crumbled to the ground, her face dragging down the side of his leg. "Maybe I just want to keep her." His foot kicked her stomach and she spit up a little gurgle of blood.
"Peter… I… have to um…" Tootles started before Pan shot him a dark look.
"I want her broken. I want her to come crawling to me and beg me to protect her. Get the twins… and Tink." He hissed turning quickly and leaving her there in the ally way. Tootles nodded and pulled out a burn phone.
Wendy couldn't hear what the boy was saying to the person on the other side of the line. She just waited and let the rubble of the concrete dig into her cheek. Pain radiated through her face and neck, she had never been struck before in her life let alone beaten bloody. A part of her wanted to just curl up on the cold, hard ground and die. Let it be over and not worry about Pan anymore. But when chubby arms lifted her up a little she let those thoughts go.
"Now, lets get you inside." Tootles said lightly, pity still soaked in his eyes. He lifted her and she leaned into this heavy little boy. His light blondish hair was dirty and unwashed, he smelled like cookies, like a bakery or something comforting. She followed his lead and they moved inside a door in the ally way, before they closed it she swore she could hear the crash of waves on rocks.
The room was dark, it smelled of rubber and had a bunch of covered machines in it, everything was covered with white sheets, much like an old, abandoned house. He helped her lean up against one of the sheathed masses and she sunk onto the grimy floor.
"What is this place?" She asked quietly, not completely confident he would hesitate to strike her.
"Welcome to Neverland, sweets." A female's voice answered before Tootles could, it was high and raspy, as if she'd just finished a cigarette. Wendy watched a tall, blonde dynamite walk towards her in the dim lighting. She was at least 5'8'' and she wore five-inch heels to top that off, her waist was miniscule, as tiny as Wendy thought a person could be and she wore a tightfitting, green dress to show off her marvelous hips. Her hair was bright blonde, and her eyes a piercing green that looked intensely into Wendy's.
"I thought you rascals called yourselves the Lost Boys." She hissed at Tootles.
"Yeah, we do. Peter… uh… he…"
"He wanted a whore." She finished the thought he could not.
"I'm not a whore." Wendy said, using much of her strength to look up at the woman.
"Sure you're not, sweets. I'm Tink." She reached out a hand to Wendy who just started at it.
"Peter wants her broken." Tootles said, turning as he heard the door clang open. Two huge boys walked in, the twins, and stood on either side of Tink.
"Well, Peter gets what he wants." The lady turned to the two boys and said something to them that Wendy couldn't hear. "Is she a virgin?" Tink asked Tootles, who nodded.
"Okay then don't touch her there." Tink's head motioned at one of the boys, who moved quickly to Wendy, tugging her up by her wrists and tying them to a bar above her head. Her feet barely touched the floor. Panic rushed through her veins as the boy positioned himself in front of her.
The first blow hit her in the lower stomach, pushing the wind from her lungs. She breathed in again only for the next blow to hit her higher and make her cough out her air. Why? Why god? Why me? She asked the dead air as blow after blow it her, she slammed her eyes shut and tried not to think about the searing pain in her abdomen and chest. After what seemed like an eternity the strikes stopped and she let herself open her eyes to see the woman standing in front of her.
"Have you had enough, sweets?" Tink asked kindly, pushing some of Wendy's soiled hair from her face. She ripped her head away from the touch and spit on the ground. No. Wendy Darling does not give in. She breathed, she could take it.
"Have it your way." The other boy said as he stepped forward with a riding crop. Tink undid her shirt and opened it so the girl's stomach was exposed to the dank air. Wendy sucked in her breath as tears fell from her cheeks, oh no. Not this thing.
The first hit ripped a cry from her lips, the second a scream and the third a plea pouring between her sobs. Tink ignored it, smirking slightly as Wendy begged for mercy. Pain enveloped her senses, as if nothing on earth could be worse than that moment, everything throbbed and ached and screamed. Every muscle cried for death.
"PLEASE, PLEASE! I'LL DO ANYTHING YOU WANT JUST MAKE IT STOP!" Wendy cried out, her bravado failing.
"Stop." Tink put her hand up and moved in front of the boy, she shoed them away and took Wendy's face in her hand. The girl winced as Tink squeezed her cheeks together. "Now, sweets, you're not in the nice part of town anymore. There is no escape from Neverland, and you belong to my boss. Are we understood?"
"Yes, yes, please. Just make it stop."
"Oh, you poor girl. It never stops."
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