AN- So I completely rewrote this chapter. It has very little of the same things in it. It is much darker and twisted than the original and much longer which is more of the type of writing you can expect going forward. When I originally drafted this it was in a hurry just to get words on to paper. So I'm much happier with this and I hope you all are too. I will post on later, that's if any of you are still using that site. Enjoy!

Down the Rabbit Hole

Chapter Two

Killian braced himself into the sand for purchase, his palm and hook melting into the cold wet sand as waves gently lapped at his body, soaking the leather he wore and easily adding five to ten pounds of additional weight he knew he would have to carry. He craned his neck upward to survey the surrounding area as droplets of water fell from his hair, wetting his face and rolling down his chest as his necklace swung back and forth from his neck. With a groan of pain, he managed to roll himself onto his back, wincing as he coughed the remaining saltwater burning in his lungs. The motion caused him to gargle, spitting out blood as he clutched his ribs that he was sure were broken due to the fall. That is when he remembered — Emma.

With wide eyes, he frantically searched the area around him, patting the coarse sand for any sign of his companion. Killian turned his head to the side, looking down the expanse of the beach where he saw a figure a few feet away from him sprawled out in the shallow water. Grunting with clenched teeth, he maneuvered himself onto his knees, pushing himself into the ground, dragging his body along the sand like a snake, using his elbow to propel him forward as he tried to keep the weight off his bad side.

"Emma…" He called out to her; his voice hoarse as he skidded toward her. "God. Lass! Emma!" He cried out as he rounded her body to see her face down in the water, her blonde hair fanning out around her as she floated lifelessly, her shirt billowing out as it took on water.

"Emma!" Killian shrieked desperately, trying to clamber his way up onto his feet to assist her, his body still sore from the fall. Grunting in pain, he rose to his feet, holding the bruised wrist he had sustained during his crawl to his chest as he hobbled over toward her with determination.

Reaching her, he dropped to his knees before her, his legs sliding across the sand to get to her. Placing his hook and hand on her back, he began to shake her violently, tears welling up in his eyes as he tried to wake her to no avail. "Emma? Emma! Can you hear me? Emma, wake up love… wake up…"

Killian placed his arm underneath her still body, and carefully flipped her onto her back. Her body laid motionless as the waves swept over her — her eyes closed, her lips purple — all the color drained from her face.

"No…" He gasped, shuttering from the cold as he placed his fingers to her neck to feel for a pulse — it was faint, but she still has a pulse, which meant there was hope. Killian bent his head to her chest, listening to the slowing of her heartbeat. If he was to save her life he needed to intervene quickly.

He positioned himself above her and placed his hooked hand underneath her head to raise it slightly off the ground before wrapping it slightly around her neck to keep her steady. With his other hand he delicately pinched her nose, dragging his thumb down to her mouth, his fingertip brushing her lips apart. "Come on Emma." He pleaded with her before lowering his mouth to hers and blowing his life into hers.

Killian lifted himself up onto his haunches and braced his hook and hand against her chest, pressing hard against her chest as he counted.

One… Two… Three…

He silently kept track.

"Come back to me. Please come back to me." He begged urgently, his dark wet locks falling over his eyes as he vigorously repeated the process, his body straining with the force of his movements.

One… Two… Three… One… Two… Three…

"Emma… Please…" He whispered desperately, his face resting against hers as he prepared to start another round of CPR. "Don't leave me…" He pled frantically.

He took a deep breath before once again sealing his lips to hers, breathing hard into her mouth, filling her lungs with oxygen despite the exhaustion threatening to consume him.

"Come on love…" He chanted, pressing on her chest rhythmically, all but demanding she raise from the dead. Growing more frustrated at his inability to wake her he picked up his pace, beating on her chest as a strangled sob caught in his throat.

His face wrinkled in pain as tears burned his eyes, anger and bile rising in his chest as he thumped her body so hard, he feared he would collapse one of her delicate lungs. "Do. Not. Leave. Me." He all but commanded, punctuating every word with a desperate press of her chest.

"Please baby…" He placed his sweat and sea-soaked forehead against hers, his hand sweeping through her hair as he allowed a few errant tears to slip past his defenses. "Please…" He whimpered against her lips before brought his trembling lips to hers.

This has to work… Please let it work.

He held her face with his hook and hand, kissing her until his lips bruised and burned with the force of it. His brow furrowed, his face crinkling as he gasped painfully against her cold lips.

Slowly, he pulled away, searching her face for any signs of consciousness but there were none to be found.

It didn't bloody work…

Killian fell back on his heels, grabbing a handful of sand, letting it slip through his fingers as a gut-wrenching cry of agony tumbled from his lips. "Why?" He screamed in defeat, dragging his hook through the sand as immense anguish washed over him. He hiccupped, choaked as his breath hitched in his throat against the weight of once again witnessing the death of a woman he loved and being absolutely helpless to stop it.

How many times? How many times would he have to lose someone? Death followed him around like a shadow, attaching itself to him without mercy — without a once of remorse as it claimed the ones around him.

Killian brought his knees to his chest, swaying as he buried his face into his knees, his shoulders shaking with the force of his sobs. He allowed himself to sink into the cold wet leather of his breeches as he hyperventilated angerly, gasping for breath as he was wrecked with emotion.

He should have known better. Time portal or not… the only way to get to Wonderland was to lose someone. All magic came at a price — he just never would have guessed it would be her that had to pay it. Or was it he who had to pay the price?

Emma's eyes fluttered open, the world coming into view as she began coughing and sputtering, trying to loosen the salt water trapped in her lungs. She rolled onto her side with a groan trying to release the feeling caught in her throat, tears sliding down her face as she tried to force it free.

He lifted his head from obscurity curiously at the sound of the signs of life the woman next to him was exhibiting and shuffled over to her. "Swan." He whispered, elated to see her alive and breathing. Killian placed his arms underneath her shoulders, helping her up into a sitting position before coaxing her to lean forward so he could a rap his fist along her back to aid with the fluid stuck in her throat.

She gasped, clutching at her throat before she bucked back and fell into the sand as she vomited the remaining ocean water from her lungs while Killian stroked her back tentatively, his eyes flashing with concern for her wellbeing.

She dizzily leaned her head back, the world spinning around her in hazy cloud as she looked at him, her expression dead, barely able to make eye-contact with him before she collapsed boneless into his arms from the exertion on her body.

"Swan?" She heard his muffled voice calling out to her, the sound fading in and out of her ears. "Swan?" He repeated as if he were underwater. "Emma!" He brought his hand to her face, tapping his palm against her freezing skin.

Bright light whizzed around her as she fell hard and fast, plummeting into the unknown as the light began to close around her into darkness, hurling and spitting her out.

She held her breath as she flailed in the sky, the wind howling around her before she plunged into the water, sinking into its icy depths. She whirled around; her cheeks puffed out as she continued to hold her breath. It was dark and she could barely see as she stroked her arms into the water to keep herself from drowning. She kicked her feet up as hard as she could manage, swimming until she reached the top. She gasped in relief, wading in the water before a large wave catapulted itself toward her, carrying her down toward the ocean floor, water swirling around her like a tornado, unable to break free.

Emma was able to resist its temptation, breaking for air as water filled her lungs and she struggled to stay upright, the tide overwhelming her as she slashed against the waves. "Oh God. Killian!" She cried out, gurgling as she was once again pulled under by an invisible force, trapping her in its clutches until she finally lost consciousness.

The was the last thing she remembered before waking up on the beach, the starless night sky closing in around her as Killian tried to force her attention back on him.

"Swan! Swan!" He yelled repeatedly as water droplets rolled down his skin.

Even in her dilapidated state she was captivated by how impossibly handsome he was, his dark features marred with fear as she struggled to stay awake — the blurry image of him fading in and out of existence.

"Emma. You are going to have to stay awake. Please." He shouted as he adjusted her in his arms. "Please lass. I need you alive so that I can return you to your family. Remember what you have to live for!" He reminded her. "Come on." He chided, rocking her in his arms as he placed her head underneath his chin.

She was in a state of shock and if he did not do anything soon, she was going to eventually die. She was terribly weak, her eyes puffy, her irises dull and dark. She laid in his arms shivering in a lethargic mental state, her body weak and fragile.

He felt helpless in that moment — wrecking his brain for a way to relieve some of the tension in her body. He recalled moments that members of his crew experienced the same fate, most commonly after taking a life. He did not have a means of keeping her warm and comforted in that moment, save for the heat of his own body. That was when he remembered that loosening restrictive clothing could provide a necessary reprieve of the effects of shock.

Killian inwardly cursed and shook his head as he trembled slightly, biting down on his lower lip before positioning his hook at the neckline of the turtleneck that clung to the curves of her body. "Forgive me lass." He apologized before sinking his hook into the material and drawing it down the center of her shirt as it ripped underneath the metal. He puffed in a breath as he pushed her leather jacket from her shoulders, shaking it down the length of her arms so that he could remove the rest of her blouse, baring her nearly naked torso to the chilly night air.

He bent his head down to monitor her breathing, which was once shallow but picked up in pace at the removal of her clothing before evening out. They were not quite out of the woods yet, but his quick thinking saved them some much needed time.

"Killian…" She rasped out, her voice barely above a whisper as her head lolled to the side.

"I'm here. I'm not going anywhere." He promised earnestly.

"Where?" She muttered nearly incoherently.

"Shhh." He chided. "Save your strength Swan you are going to need it for where we landed."

"Killian…" She stuttered, her eyes widening with fear.

"Emma-"

"No. Killian!" She yelled hoarsely, her throat sore from coughing up her lungs.

Click.

Killian's face drooped down at the distinct sound of a pistol being cocked behind him, the trigger of the pistol digging into his head as he clenched his jaw defiantly — anger and annoyance bubbling in his chest. Whoever dared to threaten him was a dead man.

Silence washed over them as Killian suppressed a rumbling violent growl as the need to protect the woman who lay in his arms overwhelmed him.

"Don't do anything stupid." The rugged male voice instructed, twisting the barrel of the gun into his head threateningly.

Killian reluctantly raised his arms above his head in surrender, wincing slightly at the motion aggravating the injuries to his ribs, the metal of his hook glinting in the moonlight. Killian's eyes shifted back to Emma's, reading her expression to let her know that he was formulating a plan to disarm their attacker.

"On your feet." The man commanded, kicking the backs of Killian's feet causing him to slip backward against the sand, wearing a menacing scowl on his face as a warning.

Killian rose slowly, his face contorted in a mix of pain and violent intent as Emma watched helpless from below, still incapacitated from her grueling battle. He gripped the contraption that held his hook in place, anchoring it to ease his strength in order to pierce it through his assailant.

"What do we have here?" Another voice asked joining the confrontation, his voice filled with sexual hunger and longing as he bent down to appraise Emma as she viewed him with disgust and hate.

Killian took in the man who had squatted down in front of Emma to give himself a better look at the vulnerable woman, who had just brought back from the brink of death only to be captured by what appeared to be pirates and by the look of this stoic, stocky, well-muscled man oozing authority and confidence he would wager he was the captain.

"Don't you dare." He barked back in warning, his eyes darkening sinisterly. "You lay a hand on her and I swear to you that I will end your life where you stand." He vowed, nodding with his perfectly chiseled jaw.

The man roving over her half naked body with lude intent was wearing a white tunic, baring his chest hair and a pair of loosely done tan leather breeches, his sword belted at his waist. His curly hair was done up into a low ponytail and fastened behind his head with a bit of a ribbon. He was flanked by two other men, their skin tanned from the sun, their swords unsheathed.

The man released a darkly amusing chuckle at Killian's obvious display of promiscuous aggression toward him before raising to his feet and striding back over to where Killian was being held back by two assailants. "You have a lot of spunk for a dead man." He observed, laughing inwardly, shaking his head as he circled Killian like prey. "What is a fellow like yourself doing traveling with this lovely scantly glad woman?" He asked, his gaze lurking back to Emma, her chest heaving.

"Is that anyway to treat your saviors? We rescued you." The pirate boasted moving his palm to his chest. "Judging by your... one-handed…" He twisted his body onto his side to look at his hand and then to his hook before his gaze met Killian's and he stood back onto his feet. "I see." He acknowledged, his lips curling up into a sly smile. "Judging by your hasty attitude and bloodlust. I imagine you were about to attack my comrade here, weren't you? Because that would be very stupid." He hissed into Killian's ear, taking pleasure at the way he pursed his lips in restrained anger.

Killian stood resolutely as the captain nodded at one of his companions and gestured toward Killian, silently instructing them to divest him of his hook. Killian shot the man a death glare, gritting his teeth as the man removed his appendage and handed it over to his captain.

"This is a nice piece of metal you got here." The pirate inspected the hook, turning it over in his hand, the shiny metal reflecting his image back to him as he smirked promisingly. The man traced his hand over the curved metal before nodding in Emma's direction, signaling the men to hoist her savagely to her feet.

"Careful." Killian bit back in warning.

Emma moaned as she struggled in the man's grasp, to weak to fight him off.

"She is a feisty one." He commented, taking a few strides to where she stood, her eyes glaring at him in hard lines violently. The captain canted his head, watching her breasts heave with ever breath she took. "Curious taste in clothing you have." He remarked, raising a hand to cup her breast possessively.

Emma clenched her jaw, glaring at him savagely, imaging all the ways she could kill him if she were still in possession of her magic.

"Don't." Killian snarled, jutting out his chin.

"You keep good company. Women like this are a rare breed." He drawled out, his voice dripping with unbridled lust, as Killian struggled to keep himself hinged.

"So beautiful. With skin as soft as silk." He admired, caressing her cheek with the backs of his knuckles. "You know you really should be careful with this thing." He warned, trailing the metal over her flesh.

Emma's breath hitched in her throat and she swallowed hard, her eyes narrowing as he brought the hook up to her face, teasing her with it. "You never know when you could puncture a woman as soft as this one." He quipped, holding it to her neck as she cowered against the cool metal.

"Oy!" Killian growled deafeningly, fighting in his captor's grasp as the pistol, which was still cocked against his head, pressed into his skull stilling his movements.

Emma wriggled in her captor's grasp, shaking her head as the man regarded her carefully, brushing the wet locks from her face before seizing the hair at the back of her neck to tug her head backwards.

"Swan!" Killian called out to her.

"Such a glorious neck…" He revered her, dragging the metal of the hook along her clavicle. "Swan, was it?" He wondered, cocking his head before tossing a smirk at Killian and bending his head into the crook of her neck and inhaling her deeply, his chest puffing out with the action.

He continued to test Killian's patience, wanting to see the man snap under his authority and break his willpower. He was taking far too much pleasure in seeing Killian lose his grip on his anger, yet there was something cold and dangerous about this man that he could not quite place. He possessed a familiar quality that had him reeling with curiosity.

"I can hardly wait to get my hands on this hot little cunny." He growled promisingly before grasping her crotch.

Emma howled, stomping her feet, and jumping up to get herself free as she kicked frantically into the air, but she was still weak, unable to keep up with the strength she needed to escape.

Killian growled, tensing as the man continued to provoke him without remorse.

"Tell me darling… how can a man like him satisfy you with only one hand?" He asked devilishly, chancing a glance back over to Killian. "How long have you gone without being in the arms a real man? Surely, he doesn't pleasure you nearly in the way you deserve to be pleasured. I assure you I can do far better." He licked his lips obscenely, raising his brows.

With as much strength as she could manage, Emma gathered spit from her mouth and launched it at the man in front of her, her shoulders heaving in anger as she addressed him. "You are not nearly half the man he is with both of your hands." She bit back, her voice still low and faint. "I believe me when I say he is quite capable. More than capable. My body aches for him, to be wrapped around him as he draws every once of pleasure from my body… and his tongue-"

Emma's eyes drifted back and forth hazily as the man captured her chin, pressing her cheeks together and forcing her mouth open.

"I would love nothing more than to silence that impertinent little mouth of yours and choke you with my cock like the little whore that you are."

"Fuck you." She snarled defiantly, her eyes cold and menacing.

Her insolence earned her a hard slap across the face, her head snapping against the force of the blow as the man stepped back to admire the fresh mark of his handprint marring her lovely face. "Good God man. You are one lucky bastard. What passion. What fire. How did you manage to tame such a lovely and elusive creature? She must be heaven to be inside." He remarked dastardly.

"You will never know the pleasure. I will feel every inch of satisfaction when I gut you on the deck of your ship like the scourge that you are. I will take great pleasure in the feeling of your warm blood splattering on my face as I revel in the sounds of the blood gurgling from your lips as you take your last breaths of life." Killian explained in detail, the dark promises dripping from his lips as if he were engraining it into history. "I spent over a hundred years seeking revenge on the last man that crossed me. You don't want to make that same mistake because I will hunt you down until the ends of the earth to slaughter you." He asserted.

The captain began to pace the area before flipped around and landing a heavy blow to Killian's gut.

Killian doubled over in pain, coughing as the air was knocked out of him, the punch aggravating his injuries.

"Do you have a death wish or something?" He lurked over him at eye level, watching as he wheezed.

"No!" Emma gasped, her heart hammering in her chest.

"Emma don't-" Killian cautioned.

"Aw. You two." He pointed back and forth between them like he was watching a live play. "You really do care for each other…" He admired, stroking his chin. "I will enjoy keeping your lovely companion in my bed. Imagine how tight and wet she is on my cock." He barked out in laughter. "It will be my name she calls out while I fuck her. I might even fuck that delectable little arse of hers." He contemplated sending Killian into a tizzy.

Killian could feel the last vestiges of his control slipping with every perverted word that left this man's lips. "You have no idea who you are dealing with." He narrowed his eyes. "The first thing I do to you will be to cut off the arrogant piece of flesh of yours and feed it to a pack of dogs while you watch."

"That so?" He canted his head expectantly before he gestured again to his men.

One of the men tugged on his hair, pushing his head back until his neck was exposed, his eyes darting back and forth awaiting what would happen next.

The captain strode over to him, his body flush against his as he assessed him as he dug the hook into his neck slowly, drawing blood.

"Do it." Killian encouraged as blood dribbled down his neck where his hook pierced his skin. "Do it!" He barked, urging him on.

"Killian stop." She warned as tears pricked her eyes.

"Killian." The captain tested the name on his lips, his breath hitting Killian's neck making him gag. "Killian." He said again in thought, trying to remember where he had heard that name before. He sighed and nodded, smiling as he wiggled his finger. "Jones. You're Killian Jones."

"Pay attention boys. We are in the presence of the great fearsome pirate, Captain Hook." The captain said, spreading his arms to work up his crew, who barked in laughter.

"Last time I saw you, you were out of your mind. Don't you know the first rule of pirating?" He asked. "Don't get high on your own supply." He said, pushing his finger into his chest.

"Times have changed mate." Killian dismissed, he stood confidently even though he was dying inside from the reminder of his time in Wonderland.

"Oh, indeed they have." He agreed, pulled the hook back from the pirate's neck before inspecting it, breaking into a sinister smile at the blood that dripped from the tip of it. "This will make a nice addition to my trophies." He concluded before digging out a rag and wiping the hook down.

Killian leered at him, imagining all the ways he would kill him and make him suffer. The most heinous of options wouldn't remotely be satisfying enough.

"And so will she." He proclaimed, gesturing toward Emma before walking up toward the beach. "Bring them onboard the ship." He instructed, making his way toward the rowboat wading in the water.

One of the men came to Killian with a length of rope and grasped his arms together, tying them together in front of him, taking extra care to make it as uncomfortably tight as possible. Killian watched helplessly as the same was done to Emma before he was torn away from her view while being ushered with a push to the back toward the small vessel.

Killian was shoved into the dingy roughly, cringing in excruciating pain as he was forced down agitating the fractures to his ribs. He watched onward as Emma was herded into the boat next to him, the two sitting so close to one another that she could almost taste his warm spicy musk.

They exchanged looks, Killian's eyes flashing a silent apology wanting to take most of the blame for their current predicament. Deep down he knew it wasn't his fault, but he couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if he had moved her off the beach and into a safe place. But no, she could have died if he had done that, and he was far too weak to carry her.

Emma grimaced at his expression, her eyes sore and her teeth chattered as she struggled to stay warm against the wind chill.

Killian gave her a sympathetic look and swallowed hard. The look on her face would be burned forever in his memory. He buried his feelings of self-loathing trying to concentrate on her needs to form a plan to get them out of this mess. "Please sir." Killian spoke up, trying to keep his voice down. "Can I trouble you for a blanket?" He asked with his bound arms raised as he looked at Emma longingly, wanting nothing more than to take her pain away. "Please!" He begged. "She's in shock!"

"Pipe down." One of the men pushed him back into his seat gruffly with his foot as they rowed toward the pirate ship moored in the distance.

"It's going to be okay." Killian whispered into her hair, nestling his head against hers so that she could burrow into him for warmth.

Emma sighed into him, his comforting scent swirling around her making her feel safe for the moment.

"Push yourself into my chest." He instructed lowly so that no one could hear them. "Let my body heat warm you." His eyes drifted to his exposed chest. "Please. Do it for me. I could never live with myself if-"

He quieted as she pushed her body against his, sagging into the heat radiating off of him. He couldn't help but give a conflicted smile at their proximity. He loved this woman with every once of his being and he would protect her with his last breath. He allowed himself a moment to bask in her presence, not wanting to waste a single minute with her before he frowned, cursing himself for not tell her sooner.

"Emma, I need you to something for me." He alluded, leering at the backs of his captors.

"Huh?" She wondered meekly.

"Don't drink or eat anything that they give you." He spoke.

"Why?" She questioned, curiously.

"Just don't do it. If you do, there is nothing I can do to help you. You have to trust me. Just promise me you won't do it." He asked of her, his voice serious and desperate.

"Okay." She nodded her understanding before the boat made contact with the ship and the two jolted apart as if they had been burned, not wanting to draw too much attention to themselves.

"There is something I need you to understand. This isn't like the place you read about in the story book. Wonderland is a place where all of your deepest fantasies and desires come to life. There are no rules. No restrictions. No boundaries. And no regrets…" He whispered faintly, his face ashen as he explained.

"When we reach the deck, take the wench to my quarters and throw our friend Captain Jones in the brig. I will deal with him later." He commanded his crew to which they all agreed.

Emma tried to hold onto Killian as long as she could before the two were pried apart as they were forced onto the deck, effectively separating each other. "Killian!" Emma croaked, straining to reach them as they dragged her off.

The captain came to stand in front of Killian, looming him over him and instructing Emma from his view.

"If I find you did anything to her I'll-" He swore before the man cut him off.

"You'll what?" The captain taunted, feigning horror dramatically at his expense. "That's right. You will do absolutely nothing." He told him before leaning into his ear, dropping his voice into a dull whisper. "I'm really going to enjoy hearing her scream for me. Maybe I'll even bring you into watch."

Killian lunged at him, preparing to strike before two men came from behind him and seized him, an animalistic sound tearing through throat as he thrashed wildly.

"Oh. I will delight in breaking the once great Captain Hook. Take him to the brig." He waved his hand dismissively.

Killian was brought down into the bowels of the ship and tossed into a narrow cell, rolling into the wall with an audible thud as the cell door was slammed shut. Killian grabbed his stomach in pain, coughing as blood dribbled down his face from colliding with the wall.

"Enjoy your stay in Wonderland. Captain Hook." The crew member tossed his head back in laughter as his heavy footsteps echoed throughout the corridor.

Killian had to get to Emma before it was too late. There were things she didn't know about Wonderland — things he forgot to mention.

For men, Wonderland was proverbial paradise of carnal pleasure. But for women, it was a nightmare of pleasure and pain – the birthplace of Sadomasochism without consequences. Wonderland was a dark and twisted playground for the men that inhabited it — feeding off of Wonderland's addictive aura that allowed them to succumb to their deepest whims and desires.

While some men still opted to follow a strict code of ethics in this land, it wasn't required. All of your inhibitions were lowered allowing you to experience things you had only imagined in your wildest dreams. It was a land of indulgence meant for escape. This place had introduced him to many pleasures but at a grave cost and his past had caused him an immeasurable amount of pain and remorse for his actions. He spent years trying to erase his time in Wonderland only to be confronted with it once again — the temptation seemingly too great to resist.

He would be bereft if he allowed Emma to suffer the same fate. He got them into this mess it would be up to him to get them out — but how on earth was he supposed to do that locking inside a cell?