Sorry this took a while, I'll try not to take long, I'm gonna be honest I'm losing my edge a little bit. The good news is this is all because I'm planning a new Darling Pan fic. (Yay!) This new one is much more elaborate and planned. Not to worry though, I promise I will finish this story before I jump in on a new one.
The following Friday, Wendy was surprised when she found the room empty. At first she was in denial about her own knowledge of the dates, Pan wouldn't make her skip school, she'd just arrived! To alleviate herself of the anxiety, she descended to the first floor, still only in the silk evening gown, and looked around for Seline. It was then that she'd caught sight of James in the living room. He laid lazily on the couch with his eyes glued to his phone.
"Excuse me," James turned to look at Wendy, unable to withhold a smirk from erupting on his face. "I was just going to ask if you knew what day it was? And where Pet—Pan is?" It occurred to her just then, that perhaps he did not want the others knowing she knew his first name.
"It's Friday today," Wendy frowned, "and Pan has some business venture with Felix today." She then mentally slapped herself at the playback of a memory from lunch time two days ago.
"Alright, thank you." She said meekly then turned to leave.
"I think I'd like a little more gratitude than that, Wendy." James was sitting up now, with a devious smile lit up on his face.
Wendy gulped, "I-I-Pan told me I wasn't allowed to b-"
"Well do you see Pan around?" James stood up and advanced towards Wendy.
She backed towards the kitchen, "This is wrong." Wendy's voice was firmer, louder, but fear bubbled up in her stomach furiously. Her back hit a wall in the kitchen, and she looked to her sides for escape. Before she had a chance to return her gaze, James hurled himself at her. Wendy cried out as the forced collision shocked her body with constraining pain. Obnoxiously curious hands roamed and felt around her body, Wendy found herself feeling sick with displeasure.
"Stop!" She was hardly able to lift her hands up to his chest, let alone push him off.
"James!" Seline's voice was enough to help Wendy shift her attention momentarily, but by then James already had one hand reaching up from under her thigh-length silk gown.
The brunette pulled a pan from the kitchen rack and swung hard at James's back. The boy groaned and stepped back in pain, securing enough seconds for Wendy to escape. She graced a grateful face towards Seline before she retreated to her room.
She was unsafe again, and without realization, she attributed this to Pan's absence, not his interference in her life. She gulped as she looked around the confines of her room. The place felt like she'd stayed there for most of her life, not a mere three weeks. She fingered through the soft fibers of her rug and lost her hands in the mess of it. Had it really only been three weeks? Perhaps it was four… No that can't be I came here on a Friday… no wait… Sunday? No no there was school that day.
Wendy fisted the rug when her memory failed her. Horror struck through her as she was torn between the safety she felt in Pan, and the inkling left in her that desperately tried to scream the truth back into her. Pan was good. Pan was bad. Evil. Good. Cruel. Kind. Loving. Caring. EVIL.
"Loving?" She had yelled at herself. It was the one thing she promised herself she wouldn't do. Although not a direct proclamation, the principle was there. No, Wendy, no! Not loving! Remember what real love is, think lovely thoughts. Think lovely thoughts.
John, a watery image of a proud boy with large-framed glasses rippled in her mind. Michael, a similarly unclear toddler appears from behind the older boy and holds his hand. They smiled at her, or at least she thought that was a smile, and beckoned her to follow them, and began to run off towards a distance. No! I'm losing them! Uhhh, Jane, a clearer image, though far from crisp, of a girl with a sarcastic smirk and strawberry blonde hair appeared. But her smirk soon formed into a pout, and the girl stormed her way out of her mind's eye. No! Oh, there's no one left…
"Baelfire!" She jumped up and scanned the room for her school bag. She bit her lip when she found them in an orderly stack in one corner of the room. Her last recollection had them scattered across the floor when Pan carelessly swiped them off the bed. She grabbed her chemistry book hurriedly flipped through its pages. Each page passed drove her mind closer to fear and anxiety. Having fanned through the entire thing, she flipped it over and shook it, but to no avail.
She slumped down on the floor with the most horrific realization. Pan had her letter. She brought her knees to her chest as tears began to pour down her eyes. He could have called him by now, or worse, dealt with him in ways unimaginable. Her fit of sobbing, turned into inaudible screams. She found herself raking at her throat to try and make a sound, but not a single one came out. Her face prickled with numbness and her joints paled as every muscle clenched to the highest degree. Dark spots pierced her vision until everything was black.
Wendy woke to the sound of shrill moans. She blinked a couple times until her vision cleared. She was back in the cage again. The moans grew louder, and she slowly sat up. A beautiful tan brunette was on her hands and knees at the corner of the bed, and Pan was behind her. She blinked a few more times before her mind completely processed what she saw. She immediately clasped her hands, refusing to let a screech of pure terror escape her. Pan looked dead straight at her as he pounded into the girl.
Unable to watch further, Wendy slowly returned to the position she woke up in and buried her head in the rug. She tried to return to her lovely thoughts. Tears streaked down her cheeks. It hurt her, unable to deny herself.
"How does betrayal feel, bird?" Pan practically spat out.
The next thing she heard was a thump and an ow, then a firm command to leave the room by Pan. Muffled cries and foot steps fled past until she heard the door open then shut. He had kicked the girl out. She could hear Pan shuffle across the rug until he reached the cage. Wendy gasped as the metal shook beneath her.
She turned around to find a furious-faced Pan with a violent grip on the bars of her cage. The fire in his eyes fueled infinitely. Wendy backed herself away in precaution. Pan was still evidently bare, but that was the last thing on Wendy's mind as she watched him open the cage. An incursive hand reached out and grabbed her by the ankle. Wendy kicked and babbled hysterically, but his force was powerful and insistent. In her mind, Wendy hated herself for having all the wrong reasons to refuse him.
He had dragged her all the way out of the cage and lifted her lithe body on to the bed. Within seconds, he caged her with his legs. Wendy's breath got caught in her throat when she heard a crisp riiiip and the cool air hit her exposed chest with a whip. The remnants of her silk night gown fell limp at her sides. Before she could follow up with a proper reaction, Pan flipped her over and spread her legs apart. Wendy cried out in pain as he forced himself wholly into her. A stinging pain endured at the tight skin beneath her, while a throbbing pain grew in her head.
She felt sick to her stomach as currents of pleasure sparked alongside the pain. She had been wounded inside surely, but her pleasure receptors developed functionality again.
"Mine." It started out as a growl at the back of his throat, then, "Mine." he pronounced clearer, until his "Mine. Mine. Mine." became a loud and steady chant.
Finally, she felt him pulse inside of her. He rigidly pulled out of her and slung one arm across her waist before he collapsed on the bed, effectively pulling her over to his side.
Wendy's mind whizzed and buzzed in every direction and no direction all at once. Her head was so wiry, it was a tire just remaining still and staring at the door. She was on a groundless state of simultaneously feeling bereft and overwhelmed. She wanted to leave and stay at the same time. The ultimate pain of being halved.
Finally, she decided, she'd at least receive the full prize for the price Pan made her pay. She would see Baelfire.
Wendy didn't know how long she remained stiff in Pan's tight hold, but she spent every second of it formulating a plan. Over the course of the last week, she had more or less noticed the rotations of the cameras around the house, her only problem was the code to unlock the door.
She considered asking Seline, but decided the risk of her tattling was significantly greater than the odds of the brunette assisting her benevolently. Despite saving her from James, she knew it was only out of propriety and her ties with Felix.
James, on the other hand, would have to deal with Pan in the coming days, paired with his swollen ego, would crack when probed properly.
Wendy suddenly felt a shift in Pan's arms. After a few muffled sounds, his arm fell away to the side, and released Wendy from his hold. She turned to look at him sleeping soundly with his head craned the other way, then slowly sat herself up. As she pushed herself toward the edge of the bed, the wood under the mattress creaked. She heard the blonde exhale sharply then sit up.
"Do you want to return to your cage, bird?" Even groggy and half-asleep, Pan stirred a fear in her.
"N-no, I was gonna pee."
"Fine," Pan mumbled and laid back down.
Wendy erred on the side of caution and entered the bathroom anyay, but when Pan's breathing slowed down to deep and steady, she put a bathrobe over herself then tiptoed to the bedroom door. She gripped the knob and twisted it slowly, then prayed to heavens the door's hinges were properly oiled. To her luck, it opened smoothly, and allowed her to exit into the dark hallway. The moonlight split through the hallway window, revealing only the deepest of wooden crevices among the shadows.
She thought hard, and tried to remember her first day in the Neverhouse.
Pan went up the stairs followed by a timid Wendy. The stairway lead up to a hallway with six doors and branched out at the end to the left and to the right. Pan pointed to the first two on the right that were close to each other. "That's the supply closet and that's the bathroom."
He opened up the first door and in it was a small closet with winter coats hung on it. He pressed a button on the side, which caused the coats and the wall to slide out to the right revealing a medium-sized walk-in closet filled with sexual trinkets and objects. Wendy took a large gulp as her eyes roamed the many objects, some as harmless as a large feather to threatening objects with razor-sharp edges. Pan chuckled as he watched Wendy's face grow with worry with each passing second.
"If you're good, then I'll never have to use any of the disciplinary tools. We'll talk about my rules later."
Pan began to leave the door when Wendy asked, "How about the-the other guys?"
Pan turned around, "What do you mean?"
"Will they also give me rules?"
"No, no." Pan chuckled and caressed her cheek, "Silly bird," He bent down so that his face was in level with hers, he was more than half a foot taller than she was, "you're all mine," He grinned.
"Let's just say, I've taken to a particular liking to you. Smart but not cunning, pretty but not shallow, not to mention caring and, at least I think and hope so, the right amount of submissive. You also have a mouth on you, I realized that the first time we met and continue to, now." Wendy bit her lip regretfully. "But I think I'll need that for entertaining myself. A bunch of boys can be awful company sometimes. Now come on, we have to hurry on. It's almost time for our bath."
Wendy quaked at the sound of a bath with a boy, let alone one with such a sinister personality, but kept herself from asking anymore questions. She followed Pan out the door and into the hallway again. He pointed to the door next to the bathroom, "That's where the permanents stay," Wendy noted the fact that he mentioned nothing about her staying there either and was awfully confused on where she was sleeping. "Those other three doors are where Thomas, James, and Parker stay, but I don't see why you need to know which is which anyway."
Half-flushed and half-vexed, Wendy looked to the three doors on her right, then eyed the corner camera. She could enter the room closest to her with relative ease, well within the monitor's blindspot, but the other two proved to be a task. She bit her lip and pried open the first door ever so slightly. She found James asleep, facing the wall.
Surprised she had succeeded thus far, she stepped into the room with a much lower degree of certainty.
"Psst, James." She lightly shook him with one hand while the other held her robe tightly forethoughtfully.
The brunette groaned then sat up with a grimace, "What do you want?"
Wendy took one measured step back, "I'd like to propose a deal."
"What kind of deal?" His tone dripped with spiteful venom, clearly upset from events earlier that day.
"I'll fend for you when Pan comes for you because of what you did today in exchange for the door code."
"You want the door code?" The brunette smirked. "It's going to take more than verbal defense to get me to squeak. And even more for not telling on you requesting this kind of information."
"Please, it'll only look like you're trying to weasel your way out of Pan's wrath. I'll deny it of course."
James chuckled. "Don't make an enemy out of me, bird."
"Don't call me that," Wendy snapped faster than she could realize.
"Pan's not here." James reasserted, and Wendy took another step back. "And anyway, you're too late." The boy turned his head towards the window and provided Wendy a clearer view of his black eye.
Wendy drew her fingers over her mouth, then reached out as if to touch it. James huffed and turned back to the wall.
"Well, consider what I can do for you then. Pan won't be letting you off easier any time this week." She headed for the door and halted at James' call.
"Maybe there is something you can get for me in exchange for that code."
"What?" Wendy crossed her arms in half-inquisitiveness.
"A spare key to the permanents' rooms. Pan has the original and one copy in his bathroom. Either the copy or a copy of the copy will do."
Wendy narrowed her eyes suspiciously. Repulsed by her personal encounter with James, she could only imagine the iniquities she would abet by taking his offer.
"What would you even do with it? Aren't you allowed time with any of them as you wish anyway?"
"Not since Pan returned. He took my key from me and flushed it down the toilet. Not unless you want to share with me your reasons for wanting the code, I think you'll let me leave it at that." James retorted.
"I'll see what I can do."
Wendy returned to the room, Pan still thankfully asleep. She settled at the foot of the bed and fell asleep curled up; for once with her mind at peace.