A/N: This is the longest chapter yet- yay! Excluding this author's note, it's still the longest. Please review if you like or dislike- I NEED TO KNOW OR I WILL STOP POSTING! I keep writing, and don't post everything I write, so it'll be easy for me to hold out on you guys... yes, I may be as evil as Pan is!

ERICA POV

I sneak back into camp just in time for dinner. After I get my plate, I sit by the fire with the others and finish eating. On my way back to the cabin, someone grabs my wrist and we appear in the clearing that I practice magic with Pan. He shoves me to the ground.

"Whoa! What?" I exclaim. Pan makes a fist and cracks the knuckles.

"I told you not to see Tink!" He exclaims, opening his hand and slowly closing it. The more he closed it, the harder it got for me to breathe until I couldn't anymore. I claw at the invisible hand that is choking me, but I get no relief. Finally, he opens his fist again, and I gasp for air. I jump to my feet and smile. Time for me to show him that I've been practicing. I wave my hand up and down and ice spreads over his body. Just surface ice that won't kill him. I wait as the ice slowly melts. When it does, he roars in anger and holds a knife to my neck. He presses down on it.

"I saved you life!" He exclaims. I laugh.

"You also try to- to break my spirit at every turn! I owe you nothing," I whisper. He presses the tip into my neck so it breaks my skin.

"Maybe next time I'll just let you die," He sneers. I concentrate, and when I open my eyes, he's holding a leaf to my neck. He curses and I get up and walk to camp. Tonight, I see what's so special about his hut.

I sneak into the cabin easily. It's very plain, with the exception of a glass coffin and a black and white penciled picture. I walk over to the coffin and peer inside- I gasp. The girl that he must have killed! Her face is deadly white, and a name engraved on a gold plate beside her head reads Wendy Darling- Mother To Lost Boys. I swallow and turn to the picture. It is a picture of… I can't tell. A girl, but the picture is extremely blurred. I hear a twig and leaves cracking outside the hut and I transport myself into my cabin. Seconds later, Peter is standing in front of me, grabbing me by my throat.

"YOU CAME INTO MY CABIN, YOU FOOL! The only other person dumb enough to do what you've done is Sam. He still won't talk about it- let's do the same to you. Worse- you need punishment," Peter roared. Then everything turned black.

I wake up and start to stretch- but I hit something. I open my eyes. A- a cage. I scream as loud as I can until Peter appears, smug smile on his face. I try to reach out of the cage to, I don't know, throttle him, but my hand burns and I yank it back.

"Uh, uh, uh! No way. You can't leave that cage until I am sure of your loyalty," Peter says. I groan. He hands me a plate of food.

"Eat," He orders. I laugh.

"No."

PETER POV

She doesn't eat, she doesn't sleep, and it's been two weeks. The only thing that she accepts is water. She's starting to look like she hasn't eaten or slept. At least she's clean- I use my magic to make her clean every evening. She won't meet my eyes or talk to me. It kills me and satisfies me- mostly kills me. I shake her cage.

"TALK TO ME! EAT! DO SOMETHING!" I shout. She smiles down at her hands folded neatly on her knees. Is she planning something? No… just being stubborn. If she doesn't eat, she will be kept alive only by the magic of Neverland. A shell. A shell in a coma. I open her cage door and pry her out. She stumbles and collapses into my arms. I tighten my grip on her, and she closes her eyes to breathe and rest for a moment.

"I'm not letting you out," I say quietly, expecting her fury. And it came. She shoves me, and I actually stumble back, even though she's practically half-dead on her feet. I start to laugh at her little resistance, and when I look back at her, she's trying to escape. I appear in front of her, and she smacks right into me. I quickly spin her around and tie her wrists behind her back together. When she turns back around, her cheeks are bright red and her eyes are trained on the ground. I want to comfort her, but I am the King, she's just a lowly Pawn in my game. No matter how many times I tell myself that, I still want to ease her pain. I still want to wrap her up in an embrace. I still want to-

"Will you promise never to go to see Tink?" I ask hopefully. I don't show that hope because it is too small. I don't hope. Never have. Lots of Nevers on Neverland.

"No. Never," She whispers. Like I said. Lot of Nevers. She trudges back to her cage, but I whip out a hand and circle it around her wrists. She pulls them, but I pull her so her back is touching my chest.

"There's a reason I tied your hands. I want to show you something," I whisper in her ear. In seconds, we are on a tall mountain ledge, overlooking the island. The lake is large, and looks magic where we are standing. Her breath catches as she takes in the island paradise. I follow the path of her eyes. When she suddenly steps back, I curse under my breath.

"More island friends!" She exclaims. I sigh and rub my face with one hand.

"The, erm, natives. But they're dangerous," I warn. She deflates. After a few moments, she asks me quietly if we could leave. I nod and we are in front of her cage. As her eyes settle on it, she shakes her head.

"No. No," She mutters. I push her toward it and cut the ropes on her hands. She shakes her head.

"Closed door, animals roar, all day, no play, no fun, can't run," She whispers. Again. I raise my eyebrows. She shakes her head and growls.

"Head games all day, no way, go away," She hisses. Ah. All the alone time.

"Get in or say you won't see Tink or the pirate again," I order. She laughs quietly.

"Saying no, want to go," Is the reply. I grab her shoulders and meet her eyes. I close mine and let her mind heal. She gasps and slaps me.

"What did you do to me?" She squeals. I grin.

"So I take it your mind on the subject hasn't changed?" I ask. She stomps on my toe.

"No," She says confidently. I pick her up and toss her in.