Drip,
Drip,
Drip,
Drip
My eyes slowly opened as I felt a cool substance run down my face. When they had finally adjusted to the dark I took in my surroundings. I was lying in an old, musty cot that smelled like throw up. There were no windows in the room that my captor had brought me to and it took me a few moments to locate the door. I quickly sat up and tried to get out of the bed when I realized my hands were chained to its sides. I pulled at them rattling the chains trying to get free. Finally in frustration I collapsed back on my bed with a sob of defeat.
"Ha, why do you give up so easily?" Came the same dark voice that I had heard earlier. "Do you not want your freedom?" I turned my head to the door and saw my kidnapper standing there smirking at me. I pulled at my chains again as he made his way towards me. "I love seeing you struggle." He said running his hook across my cheek. "But what I love more is suffering and death. I would kill you, but you are my only way of capturing Peter. So my dear Wendy, just relax. We will be in Neverland soon." His haunting laughed filled my eardrums and echoed throughout the small room. I spat at him making him grab my chin. "But I will kill you when the time comes Wendy." He whispered. He turned and walked towards the door.
"I'm... I'm not..." I stuttered.
"You're not what?" He asked without turning towards me.
"I'm not Wendy and I do not fear death!"