AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is picking up where Kimberly Appelcline's "The
First Kiss" fanfic leaves off (you can find the fic on this very site),
somewhere halfway through the epilogue. Kimberly's story, in turn, is a
continuation of P.J. Hogan's movie Peter Pan, which is of course a version
of J.M. Barrie's novel Peter Pan, which is in itself a sequel (of sorts) to
Peter Pan in Kensington Gardens (also by Barrie - which can be read at
gutenberg.net). Confused yet? ;-)
Okay, no comments whatsoever on that last chapter, so either everyone was fine with it, or everyone chose to skip it altogether! LOL
Well, there is some more "sauciness" in this chapter as well, but nothing like the last one (at least I don't think so!), so I am staying with the original PG-13 rating here.
So without much further ado, Chapter XVI......More comments please! (
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XVI. SUBMISSION
Not often are the mermaids wont to leave the security of their lagoon. They truly needn't ever leave at all, for their intuitions and inclinations for all that occurs on the island is quite far-reaching. Their powers had lain frozen in ice for so very long, and now that they once again had been liberated, they were twice as keen as before.
Indeed, something was astir in Neverland. A thing so crucial as to compel the mermaids to abandon their lagoon. By morning, the unforgiving waves would come and wash away all that was left behind on Blind Man's Bluff. And before long, the Sun would retreat back into his sullen repose, the trees would wither and grow cold, and the mermaids would be once again banished into the frigid darkness of the sea.
Neverland faced a most horrible destiny, one which every creature and every leaf of every bush on the island could feel. More than ever, they needed their Savior. Under the eerie guidance of the mermaids shall he be sought out.
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The only other sound besides Wendy's strained heartbeat was a maddening "drip-drip-drip" seeping in from the rotted ceiling of the brig. Wendy had become accustomed to it by now – there was scarcely a thing she could do about it anyhow, due to the manacles. All she could presently hear was the pounding of her own pulse inside her head, which she hung deep within her shoulders. The ghastly image of her husband being disemboweled right before her eyes weighed upon her person like a million anvils being dropped on top of her.
Currently, a new commotion broke through the monotony of her disturbed thoughts, and she lifted her bleary and bloodshot eyes upwards, peering through the bars of her cell and into the little room beyond where she watched a group of about three or four pirates marching obnoxiously by, singing a merry buccaneer anthem. She caught a glimpse of the large cage they were hauling, and within that cage a very vacant and indifferent- looking little boy, staring not at her but *through* her beyond his own tiny prison. She knew not where they may be taking her son, but she figured that if he was below decks, then his fate may at least not be terminal...for the time being.
The boisterous pirate caravan now having passed, an imposing figure stepped out from among them and through the narrow entrance to the room where Wendy was being held captive. The flash of cold steel where his right had should have been gave him away instantly, as did the all too familiar smug grin. Wendy watched with sickened stomach as the pirate removed his flamboyant hat and bowed deeply before her. She grunted sardonically.
"You..." She swallowed so as to remove some of the coarseness to her voice before continuing. "You kidnap and poison my son; you chain me up to this wall; you *murder* my husband...and then you DARE to bow before me? You are despicable."
Seemingly unaffected by her harsh words, Hook sighed, then straightened and shrugged. "Well, so much for trying to be a gentleman."
With that, he frivolously tossed his hat aside and strode casually toward her cell. She watched him closely as he put his hand and his hook around the bars and rested his face between them. He looked at her with slight condescension.
"I was afraid you wouldn't take too well to all this," he stated almost mockingly.
Wendy stayed silent. She could not imagine for what Hook might want her, now that he had most certainly killed Peter. She could even unhappily understand why he would hold Anthony prisoner. But what could he possibly want of her? She was positively useless as far as she could see. Unless...
No, that was far too horrible a thought to even consider.
An unbearable silence fell over the two as Hook continued to eye Wendy like a lion in a cage may scrutinize a lovely swan crossing so near yet so out of reach of his jaws. Only 'twas not the lion in the cage but the swan. And unlike his feline counterpart, Hook moved slowly and menacingly as he lifted the latch on the door and opened it with a most awful creak and then stepped inside.
The pirate's eyes never strayed from Wendy as he approached, but as he got closer, her own gaze fell back upon the floor. She must not look into his piercing blue eyes, for she feared she may very well never be able to look upon anything else again.
Hook was but a foot's length from Wendy when he stopped and finally spoke. "I know it has been some time since last you were in Neverland, Wendy, so allow me to bring you up to date. This place is no longer meant for the likes of you and your jolly kin. Neverland belongs to me now, m'dear, and as such, everything that comes in becomes mine."
"What is to become of Anthony?" was all Wendy could manage.
Hook could not help but smile, but it was laced with bitterness. "Oh, do you hear that? How she asks first about her precious son before thinking of herself." He paused as Wendy raised her head once again and met his gaze with incensed eyes. "It all really depends on you, my sweet."
Wendy began to tremble. "How is that?"
"Anthony shall be here and alive under my charge. And he shall remain so as long as you do as well."
Hook spoke no further but instead stood to wait for Wendy's reaction. She desperately did not want to, for she so dreaded to hear the answer to the question forming in her mouth. She drew in a shaky breath and let it come: "What should you want of me?"
Hook's lips curled into a terrible grin as if picturing it in his mind, and his eyes seemed to light up. "You, dear Wendy, shall make a very fine pirate captain's bride."
Wendy's head collapsed once again between her shoulders. She wished now more than ever that her hands were not bound so that she may press them firmly to her ears. But alas she had to listen as Hook continued:
"As all precious treasures in Neverland, you shall also be mine. You will become my wife, Wendy. And as such, you will do all that is required of one...*All*."
Wendy felt her head begin to swirl, as if the entire ship was spinning uncontrolled. She wanted so much not to believe she had just heard what Hook said, just as she had not wanted believe she had really seen Peter stabbed on the Bluff. But the insistent tug from the chains about her wrists confirmed that it was all indeed sadly real.
And thus was when a sudden wave of brazenness swept over Wendy. If this was to be her fate, she would never have to like it or accept it. Tolerate it, perhaps, for the sake of her son, but she would intend to make it as miserable a struggle for the smug old captain as she could. And with this in mind, she raised her chin once again, high into the air.
"I think I would rather be keelhauled," she avowed through gritted teeth.
Hook stiffened slightly, determined not to let her see how she had grazed him. After all, *she* was the one in chains, was she not?
Finding his voice once again, Hook said, "I thought you might say something to that affect."
Wendy struggled to hold her ground as Hook remained standing still before her, that countenance of feline aggression again taking him over. With silent amusement he watched her wrestle with her own pride. She may succumb to him willingly after all. Perhaps all she needed was a little bit of convincing.
Still Wendy held tough even as Hook moved forward to close the already small gap that separated them. As he inched closer and closer, expecting her to finally turn away from him, but as yet she kept her chin up, determined not to let him dominate her. And so when he leaned in to claim her lips with his, then did she cruelly turn her head from him before he could.
But Hook would have none of these girlish games. With a snarl, he quickly brought his right arm up and smashed his hook into the wall beside Wendy's ear, jolting her and her head frontward once again. And without wasting another second, Hook snatched her neck with his left hand and forcefully pressed his mouth hard against hers.
Wendy could only squeal weakly in protest, as Hook's grasp upon her was so fierce that she thought he might tear the hair straight from her head if she dared struggle excessively! So she tried to tighten her lips together, but an inevitable loss of breath turned her over once again to the pirate's onslaught until her only option left was to allow him to infiltrate her mouth completely. He was much too adamant – and she was chained to a wall.
But perhaps Wendy might have found herself better off by continuing to struggle, for what followed her submission could very well be considered a fate much worse than fighting off a noncompliant kiss from a pirate. This relent carried Wendy off into the darkest corners of her subconscious where all her dreadful and guilt-laden dreams once lay. Suddenly, she was not being held captive in the brig of the Jolly Roger but was in a foggy meadow or perhaps atop a glistening cloud, where she for so many heartbroken nights before had rendezvoused with the evil captain. He had so often been there when Peter could not, to melt away all other painful thoughts and concerns when she did not want to linger on them any longer. And thus Hook gently removed his hand from Wendy's neck, only to find that she did not turn away from him.
She tasted sweeter upon his lips than even his own dreams could have foretold. She no longer resisted him, as he knew she would, and he could savor every precious flavor of her mouth or gentle caress of her tongue. But he was not searching for the Hidden Kiss. No, not yet.
As Wendy always imagined, he tasted vaguely of cheap rum and cigars, and his goatee was frightfully harsh upon her delicate skin, but it mattered not – for remember that pain and pleasure are indistinguishable in her dreams.
Whence Hook finally found the will within himself to break away so that he may draw a deep inhalation, he kept his mouth open and close to hers, feeling her breath as she continued to search for and reclaim his lips once again. He teased her by lightly brushing his mouth against hers and then pulling back slightly when she would try to capture him, causing her to softly whimper for his returning touch. More delighted at this he could not have been, and with a vague grin he gently tweaked her upper lip with his tongue, and watched through dark eyes as she quivered. And with that, Hook pulled away fully and could scarcely keep himself from letting go a low and arrogant snicker.
'Twas with the sudden sound of Hook's sinister voice that quickly jarred Wendy from her dream state. Her eyes opened, and she instantly fell upon the horror of what had just taken place. The disdain she surely felt for herself at that moment was immeasurable. Oh, a truly wicked woman she was...Her husband's body not yet even succumbing to cold and she was locked in a passionate kiss with the very man who had put him in that state. Was she really so weak? Was this truly to be her fate?
Wendy's head fell once again between her shoulders, and for the first time, she began to weep. This was much to Captain Hook's disturbance, and his smug grin descended into a troubled frown.
"All right," Wendy managed in an awful, tear-laden voice, "You win. I will do whatever you say."
Hook remained still as he watched this woman who had just moments before been a powder keg ready to erupt with passion to this quivering, pathetic mess now hanging limply before him. He listened to the utter wretchedness of her sobs, and he could not help but feel something he had never known existed within him – sympathy.
But with every moment of levity for the captain, it was brief and quickly overshadowed by his usual laments of selfishness and malice. Thus Hook suppressed these officious and dreadful feelings of compassion and narrowed his eyes upon Wendy.
"Do you think me a fool?" His voice was shaky despite his best efforts to control it.
Not quite expecting such a portentous response, Wendy's sobs ebbed temporarily as she let her inquisitive eyes meet up once again with the captain's, whose own seemed rather glassy and distressed. Hook noticed this himself and quickly turned away from Wendy, lest she regard him at such a rare moment of weakness.
Hook strolled heavily towards the bars on the other side of the cell, his hand carelessly resting upon where his heart should be. His tone was rueful as he again rested his face between the bars, this time looking out.
"Oh, Wendy," he began, "Although I am quite certain that you would eventually give in to my advances, I am also painfully aware that you shall never cease to try and get away from me. You are too noble; your pride too great. And your devotion to your son impenetrable."
As much as Wendy quite disagreed with his sentiments at that moment, she could not help but be rather pleased with this respectful assessment of herself by so callous and arrogant a man.
"If only for him shall you never allow yourself to fully yield to me," Hook continued, his hand stealthily moving from his chest to a pocket in his waistcoat. "And that is something I should like to alleviate your mind from."
These words did not appear to bode well for Wendy, and she shifted uncomfortably in her manacles.
From Hook's pocket did he retrieve a small, rather familiar little vial, the contents of which glistened so much like fairy dust. He flipped the lid with his hook, and placing his thumb over the opening, turned over the vial in his hand so that a goodly portion of the substance should fall upon it. Placing the vial back into his pocket, Hook took a deep breath and then harshly exhaled any lingering notions of consideration he may have been harboring. And when he turned back around to confront Wendy, his face displayed nothing but a hideous indifference.
One glance upon the glittering substance on Hook's thumb and Wendy just knew it must be the same potion he had given Anthony. He intended to make her completely and unflinchingly loyal to him. She would not be able to fight him. She would never get away. She would not want to.
For a split second, Wendy considered whether or not this may actually be a merciful deed, but those contemplations were quickly cast away when she remembered her son. Who shall ever save her son if she is to be poisoned?
As Hook drew closer to her, Wendy began to struggle fiercely. She knew very well she would never be able to break her chains, but she was not going to simply take Hook's poison without a duly protest.
"I promise you, Wendy," Hook said, "It will all be so much better this way."
And with a sharp yet painfully accurate swing of his right arm, Hook brought his claw flush up against Wendy's chin, causing any further movement from her to result in an instant impaling. Thus there was little else Wendy could do as Hook forced his thumb into her mouth, smearing the toxic substance wherever possible. It had a most ghastly, rancid taste.
Once satisfactorily afflicted, Hook removed his thumb from her mouth and let his hand drift carelessly upon her chest, but Wendy was far too occupied in cringing at the elixir to notice. So, when he suddenly backed away from her and declared, "All in good time," she knew not to what exactly he was referring.
Keeping one eye upon her the whole way, Hook slinked out of the cell, and after closing the door again shot one last apathetic look towards the contaminated woman shackled to the wall.
"Till we meet again," he avowed almost in a whisper.
And with that, Wendy saw Hook and everything around him grow narrow and dark, as if she was looking at everything through an unfocused telescope.
And then nothing.
Okay, no comments whatsoever on that last chapter, so either everyone was fine with it, or everyone chose to skip it altogether! LOL
Well, there is some more "sauciness" in this chapter as well, but nothing like the last one (at least I don't think so!), so I am staying with the original PG-13 rating here.
So without much further ado, Chapter XVI......More comments please! (
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XVI. SUBMISSION
Not often are the mermaids wont to leave the security of their lagoon. They truly needn't ever leave at all, for their intuitions and inclinations for all that occurs on the island is quite far-reaching. Their powers had lain frozen in ice for so very long, and now that they once again had been liberated, they were twice as keen as before.
Indeed, something was astir in Neverland. A thing so crucial as to compel the mermaids to abandon their lagoon. By morning, the unforgiving waves would come and wash away all that was left behind on Blind Man's Bluff. And before long, the Sun would retreat back into his sullen repose, the trees would wither and grow cold, and the mermaids would be once again banished into the frigid darkness of the sea.
Neverland faced a most horrible destiny, one which every creature and every leaf of every bush on the island could feel. More than ever, they needed their Savior. Under the eerie guidance of the mermaids shall he be sought out.
* * * *
The only other sound besides Wendy's strained heartbeat was a maddening "drip-drip-drip" seeping in from the rotted ceiling of the brig. Wendy had become accustomed to it by now – there was scarcely a thing she could do about it anyhow, due to the manacles. All she could presently hear was the pounding of her own pulse inside her head, which she hung deep within her shoulders. The ghastly image of her husband being disemboweled right before her eyes weighed upon her person like a million anvils being dropped on top of her.
Currently, a new commotion broke through the monotony of her disturbed thoughts, and she lifted her bleary and bloodshot eyes upwards, peering through the bars of her cell and into the little room beyond where she watched a group of about three or four pirates marching obnoxiously by, singing a merry buccaneer anthem. She caught a glimpse of the large cage they were hauling, and within that cage a very vacant and indifferent- looking little boy, staring not at her but *through* her beyond his own tiny prison. She knew not where they may be taking her son, but she figured that if he was below decks, then his fate may at least not be terminal...for the time being.
The boisterous pirate caravan now having passed, an imposing figure stepped out from among them and through the narrow entrance to the room where Wendy was being held captive. The flash of cold steel where his right had should have been gave him away instantly, as did the all too familiar smug grin. Wendy watched with sickened stomach as the pirate removed his flamboyant hat and bowed deeply before her. She grunted sardonically.
"You..." She swallowed so as to remove some of the coarseness to her voice before continuing. "You kidnap and poison my son; you chain me up to this wall; you *murder* my husband...and then you DARE to bow before me? You are despicable."
Seemingly unaffected by her harsh words, Hook sighed, then straightened and shrugged. "Well, so much for trying to be a gentleman."
With that, he frivolously tossed his hat aside and strode casually toward her cell. She watched him closely as he put his hand and his hook around the bars and rested his face between them. He looked at her with slight condescension.
"I was afraid you wouldn't take too well to all this," he stated almost mockingly.
Wendy stayed silent. She could not imagine for what Hook might want her, now that he had most certainly killed Peter. She could even unhappily understand why he would hold Anthony prisoner. But what could he possibly want of her? She was positively useless as far as she could see. Unless...
No, that was far too horrible a thought to even consider.
An unbearable silence fell over the two as Hook continued to eye Wendy like a lion in a cage may scrutinize a lovely swan crossing so near yet so out of reach of his jaws. Only 'twas not the lion in the cage but the swan. And unlike his feline counterpart, Hook moved slowly and menacingly as he lifted the latch on the door and opened it with a most awful creak and then stepped inside.
The pirate's eyes never strayed from Wendy as he approached, but as he got closer, her own gaze fell back upon the floor. She must not look into his piercing blue eyes, for she feared she may very well never be able to look upon anything else again.
Hook was but a foot's length from Wendy when he stopped and finally spoke. "I know it has been some time since last you were in Neverland, Wendy, so allow me to bring you up to date. This place is no longer meant for the likes of you and your jolly kin. Neverland belongs to me now, m'dear, and as such, everything that comes in becomes mine."
"What is to become of Anthony?" was all Wendy could manage.
Hook could not help but smile, but it was laced with bitterness. "Oh, do you hear that? How she asks first about her precious son before thinking of herself." He paused as Wendy raised her head once again and met his gaze with incensed eyes. "It all really depends on you, my sweet."
Wendy began to tremble. "How is that?"
"Anthony shall be here and alive under my charge. And he shall remain so as long as you do as well."
Hook spoke no further but instead stood to wait for Wendy's reaction. She desperately did not want to, for she so dreaded to hear the answer to the question forming in her mouth. She drew in a shaky breath and let it come: "What should you want of me?"
Hook's lips curled into a terrible grin as if picturing it in his mind, and his eyes seemed to light up. "You, dear Wendy, shall make a very fine pirate captain's bride."
Wendy's head collapsed once again between her shoulders. She wished now more than ever that her hands were not bound so that she may press them firmly to her ears. But alas she had to listen as Hook continued:
"As all precious treasures in Neverland, you shall also be mine. You will become my wife, Wendy. And as such, you will do all that is required of one...*All*."
Wendy felt her head begin to swirl, as if the entire ship was spinning uncontrolled. She wanted so much not to believe she had just heard what Hook said, just as she had not wanted believe she had really seen Peter stabbed on the Bluff. But the insistent tug from the chains about her wrists confirmed that it was all indeed sadly real.
And thus was when a sudden wave of brazenness swept over Wendy. If this was to be her fate, she would never have to like it or accept it. Tolerate it, perhaps, for the sake of her son, but she would intend to make it as miserable a struggle for the smug old captain as she could. And with this in mind, she raised her chin once again, high into the air.
"I think I would rather be keelhauled," she avowed through gritted teeth.
Hook stiffened slightly, determined not to let her see how she had grazed him. After all, *she* was the one in chains, was she not?
Finding his voice once again, Hook said, "I thought you might say something to that affect."
Wendy struggled to hold her ground as Hook remained standing still before her, that countenance of feline aggression again taking him over. With silent amusement he watched her wrestle with her own pride. She may succumb to him willingly after all. Perhaps all she needed was a little bit of convincing.
Still Wendy held tough even as Hook moved forward to close the already small gap that separated them. As he inched closer and closer, expecting her to finally turn away from him, but as yet she kept her chin up, determined not to let him dominate her. And so when he leaned in to claim her lips with his, then did she cruelly turn her head from him before he could.
But Hook would have none of these girlish games. With a snarl, he quickly brought his right arm up and smashed his hook into the wall beside Wendy's ear, jolting her and her head frontward once again. And without wasting another second, Hook snatched her neck with his left hand and forcefully pressed his mouth hard against hers.
Wendy could only squeal weakly in protest, as Hook's grasp upon her was so fierce that she thought he might tear the hair straight from her head if she dared struggle excessively! So she tried to tighten her lips together, but an inevitable loss of breath turned her over once again to the pirate's onslaught until her only option left was to allow him to infiltrate her mouth completely. He was much too adamant – and she was chained to a wall.
But perhaps Wendy might have found herself better off by continuing to struggle, for what followed her submission could very well be considered a fate much worse than fighting off a noncompliant kiss from a pirate. This relent carried Wendy off into the darkest corners of her subconscious where all her dreadful and guilt-laden dreams once lay. Suddenly, she was not being held captive in the brig of the Jolly Roger but was in a foggy meadow or perhaps atop a glistening cloud, where she for so many heartbroken nights before had rendezvoused with the evil captain. He had so often been there when Peter could not, to melt away all other painful thoughts and concerns when she did not want to linger on them any longer. And thus Hook gently removed his hand from Wendy's neck, only to find that she did not turn away from him.
She tasted sweeter upon his lips than even his own dreams could have foretold. She no longer resisted him, as he knew she would, and he could savor every precious flavor of her mouth or gentle caress of her tongue. But he was not searching for the Hidden Kiss. No, not yet.
As Wendy always imagined, he tasted vaguely of cheap rum and cigars, and his goatee was frightfully harsh upon her delicate skin, but it mattered not – for remember that pain and pleasure are indistinguishable in her dreams.
Whence Hook finally found the will within himself to break away so that he may draw a deep inhalation, he kept his mouth open and close to hers, feeling her breath as she continued to search for and reclaim his lips once again. He teased her by lightly brushing his mouth against hers and then pulling back slightly when she would try to capture him, causing her to softly whimper for his returning touch. More delighted at this he could not have been, and with a vague grin he gently tweaked her upper lip with his tongue, and watched through dark eyes as she quivered. And with that, Hook pulled away fully and could scarcely keep himself from letting go a low and arrogant snicker.
'Twas with the sudden sound of Hook's sinister voice that quickly jarred Wendy from her dream state. Her eyes opened, and she instantly fell upon the horror of what had just taken place. The disdain she surely felt for herself at that moment was immeasurable. Oh, a truly wicked woman she was...Her husband's body not yet even succumbing to cold and she was locked in a passionate kiss with the very man who had put him in that state. Was she really so weak? Was this truly to be her fate?
Wendy's head fell once again between her shoulders, and for the first time, she began to weep. This was much to Captain Hook's disturbance, and his smug grin descended into a troubled frown.
"All right," Wendy managed in an awful, tear-laden voice, "You win. I will do whatever you say."
Hook remained still as he watched this woman who had just moments before been a powder keg ready to erupt with passion to this quivering, pathetic mess now hanging limply before him. He listened to the utter wretchedness of her sobs, and he could not help but feel something he had never known existed within him – sympathy.
But with every moment of levity for the captain, it was brief and quickly overshadowed by his usual laments of selfishness and malice. Thus Hook suppressed these officious and dreadful feelings of compassion and narrowed his eyes upon Wendy.
"Do you think me a fool?" His voice was shaky despite his best efforts to control it.
Not quite expecting such a portentous response, Wendy's sobs ebbed temporarily as she let her inquisitive eyes meet up once again with the captain's, whose own seemed rather glassy and distressed. Hook noticed this himself and quickly turned away from Wendy, lest she regard him at such a rare moment of weakness.
Hook strolled heavily towards the bars on the other side of the cell, his hand carelessly resting upon where his heart should be. His tone was rueful as he again rested his face between the bars, this time looking out.
"Oh, Wendy," he began, "Although I am quite certain that you would eventually give in to my advances, I am also painfully aware that you shall never cease to try and get away from me. You are too noble; your pride too great. And your devotion to your son impenetrable."
As much as Wendy quite disagreed with his sentiments at that moment, she could not help but be rather pleased with this respectful assessment of herself by so callous and arrogant a man.
"If only for him shall you never allow yourself to fully yield to me," Hook continued, his hand stealthily moving from his chest to a pocket in his waistcoat. "And that is something I should like to alleviate your mind from."
These words did not appear to bode well for Wendy, and she shifted uncomfortably in her manacles.
From Hook's pocket did he retrieve a small, rather familiar little vial, the contents of which glistened so much like fairy dust. He flipped the lid with his hook, and placing his thumb over the opening, turned over the vial in his hand so that a goodly portion of the substance should fall upon it. Placing the vial back into his pocket, Hook took a deep breath and then harshly exhaled any lingering notions of consideration he may have been harboring. And when he turned back around to confront Wendy, his face displayed nothing but a hideous indifference.
One glance upon the glittering substance on Hook's thumb and Wendy just knew it must be the same potion he had given Anthony. He intended to make her completely and unflinchingly loyal to him. She would not be able to fight him. She would never get away. She would not want to.
For a split second, Wendy considered whether or not this may actually be a merciful deed, but those contemplations were quickly cast away when she remembered her son. Who shall ever save her son if she is to be poisoned?
As Hook drew closer to her, Wendy began to struggle fiercely. She knew very well she would never be able to break her chains, but she was not going to simply take Hook's poison without a duly protest.
"I promise you, Wendy," Hook said, "It will all be so much better this way."
And with a sharp yet painfully accurate swing of his right arm, Hook brought his claw flush up against Wendy's chin, causing any further movement from her to result in an instant impaling. Thus there was little else Wendy could do as Hook forced his thumb into her mouth, smearing the toxic substance wherever possible. It had a most ghastly, rancid taste.
Once satisfactorily afflicted, Hook removed his thumb from her mouth and let his hand drift carelessly upon her chest, but Wendy was far too occupied in cringing at the elixir to notice. So, when he suddenly backed away from her and declared, "All in good time," she knew not to what exactly he was referring.
Keeping one eye upon her the whole way, Hook slinked out of the cell, and after closing the door again shot one last apathetic look towards the contaminated woman shackled to the wall.
"Till we meet again," he avowed almost in a whisper.
And with that, Wendy saw Hook and everything around him grow narrow and dark, as if she was looking at everything through an unfocused telescope.
And then nothing.