Chapter 7: Brand New Scar
Lily's heart sunk at his words. But she wasn't going to break this time.
She couldn't, not if she wanted to survive. "I don't care." She retorted slowly.
He smirked. "Yes you do." He purred. "You know what happens if I don't get my way."
It happened in a flash, she barely even realized what she'd done until it was too late. The lost boys went dead silent, as did the atmosphere around them.
Pan stood there in shock, his eyes dark and angry. She'd slapped him.
Her heart was racing like a raging river and she knew she was going to pay. Even though Pan deserved it, Lily wasn't going to get off so easily.
Despite the angry tint in his green eyes, he smiled, that calm, irritatingly confident smirk. "That wasn't very nice, now was it?" He sneered.
Lily backed away slightly, tying hard to keep her distance. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer to him. "Naughty little pet... What should we do about that boys?!" He yelled.
The lost boys yelled out so many unbearable things and with a blink of an eye it all came flooding back to her.
The way she was treated here, not even a hint of kindness from anyone.
She struggled against Pan's grip as he dragged her towards a tree. He pushed her against it, and had two boys tied her up.
They were enjoying it like any other dangerous game they'd play. "Stop! Please!" She begged, but it was no use, no one has any sympathy here.
"Felix!" Pan grinned, his voice laced with excitement. "What should we do to teach this whore a lesson?" He asked.
All the colour in her face drained. Asking Felix what he wanted to do to her was a bad idea. He hated her.
He smirked. "Discipline." He stated. "Mmm... Why not mark her?" He suggested.
Lily's eyes widened. She knew what he meant. Every lost boy went through the same pain, binding them to the island.
"No!" She protested. "I'm sorry!"
Peter laughed. "I think that's a great idea, Felix." He grinned.
He walked over to her, dagger in hand. Lily trembled as he moved the blade across her cheek, carefully so as not to cut her.
"Where should we do it, boys?!" He yelled.
Lily stared at him pleadingly. "No! Please don't!"
The lost boys yelled excitedly, shouting out different body parts until Peter lifted his hand for silence.
He grinned, twirling the dagger in his hand. He cut the ropes and Lily fell to her knees.
Peter nodded at the two boys behind her, and they grabbed her, making sure she stayed still as he grabbed her wrist.
"Please." Lily whimpered.
He ignored her, forcefully pushing the dagger deep into her wrist. The blood seeping out quickly, staining the blade in red.
Her scream was indescribable. The loud blood curdling sound echoed through the forest as he carved the infinity symbol on her wrist.
She closed her eyes, feeling the blood running down her hand. He hadn't finished yet, though.
He stood up, wiping his dagger with a cloth, as Felix held out a small little jar with a black liquid inside. Dreamshade.
Slowly, he placed the tip of the blade inside the pot and without warning, he aloud it to drip on her wound. Lily screamed.
Peter crouched down to her level and squeezed tightly on her wrist, causing her to yelp, but the pain vanished in seconds, and so did the blood.
He healed her, leaving her with a perfectly shaped symbol on her wrist. "Now you can never escape again." He growled.
Lily let herself cry this time. It's not like they cared anyway. She barely noticed as Peter lifted her up bridal style and carried her back the tree house.
He placed her on the bed and before she could pull away, Peter grabs her collar and kissed her possessively.
There was no passion, there never was with him. It is all teeth, a bite more than a kiss, but the act made things clear enough for Lily.
The cruel message Pan's lips leave on her is like a brand, she can feel it burn his skin.
The kiss is a claim, a promise and a warning. The kiss says 'mine'.
And without a second glance, he left. After a while she got a hold on herself and stopped sobbing.
She knew what to do.