I didn't know what to do. I pushed Harrison away and ran back to the hut I shared with Pan. I bundled the things I had into my grimy sweatshirt, tied it all together, and started towards the door. Just as I was about to step through the doorframe, I bumped into something that stood in my way.
Bloody hell. I swallowed hard and forced myself to look up at Pan. "In broad daylight? I don't think so."
He pushed me backwards and I landed hard on the mattress. He picked up my sad bundle of things. "Now what do we have here?" Pan asked, as he casually tossed aside my sweatshirt. "And also, give me my bloody shirt back!"
I tried to scramble away from him, but he pulled me up by one arm, yanked off the tunic he had given me earlier, and then pushed me down again. At this point I was bare-chested, crying and pretty sure he was going to hurt me. He knelt down on the bed in front of me, and looked me in the eye. "Now, how about we go show everyone how bad you've been?"
At this problem, I had no idea what to do. Instead, I leaned into him, and whispered in his ear, which I knew he liked. "Mm, Pan, how about we do something else?" I asked, and forced my lips onto his. He let me press myself into him for a few seconds, but after that he pushed me off of him, grabbed my wrist, and headed for the door. I frantically wrapped my other arm around my naked chest. What was he doing?
We reached the center of the compound, and he cupped his mouth, yelling, "Boys!"
Within seconds, over a dozen scraggly little boys had crawled out of the brush and made their way over to us. In the front of the crowd, Harrison. "Now," Pan began, "It's been awhile since I've had to make an example of someone. However, our darling Jessica here seems to think that she has free run of this island!"
The boys snickered. Pan let go of my wrist to pull something out of his pocket. I took the opportunity started to run, but with a snap of his fingers, my wrists and ankles were tied together. I fell face-first into the dirt. I forced myself onto my side, and was met with the image of Pan, the sun beaming from behind him, looking like an angel. In his hands, a whip. I choked down a scream.
Lost Boys gathered around, peering at my boobs, ready to watch me get tortured.
Pan turned to face the boys. "Watch and learn, my friends!"
He swung the whip.