Wendy was left alone all afternoon and all evening. No one came to visit her so she had no one to ask what had become of Peter. She was certain Hook was doing terrible things to him and that eventually, Hook would bring Wendy some sign that he was dead. Tears continued to stream down her cheeks as terrible visions kept entering her mind.

The moon was high in the sky when Wendy's door opened and something was thrown into her cabin. There was very little light and Wendy had to move closer to see what it was.

"Wendy," it said in a quivering voice. Gasping, Wendy rushed to his side and her hand stroked his cheek. She felt something hot and sticky on his face and leaned in closer to see him. He had taken a bad beating, it seemed. As he lay curled on his side, she could see that the vines he wore on his back had been destroyed by a whip. There were long thin lines of blood on his back and chest and a single bloody scratch ran down from his eye to his jawbone. Wendy could say nothing as she tore a piece of material from her dress and attempted to clean him up. Her warm tears washed his wounds as she tenderly held him.

"I'm so sorry, Peter," she whispered. Peter's hand found hers and he squeezed.

"Kiss me, Wendy. Give me your healing power once again."

"I fear my kiss will only bring you pain, Peter. It cannot heal as it once did." Nevertheless, she leaned down and softly kissed his lips. He responded with utmost urgency, leaning up to kiss her and tentatively ran his tongue along her bottom lip. She gasped at the sensation and Peter took advantage of her surprise, thrusting his tongue into her wet cave. She moaned with desire as their tongues danced against one another. It was so different than the last time she had kissed him; this was a kiss of passion and four years of hidden desire. Breaking their kiss, she lay down on the floor next to him and curled up in his arms. She brought his arm around her waist and he held her close. They didn't say a word as they drifted off to sleep together, not daring to think of what the next day might bring.

The morning sun streamed in through the window and cast its rays upon the two sleeping teenagers. Peter's eyes slowly opened and he looked down and smiled. Wendy was curled up in his arms, her head resting on his chest and one of her arms flung over his stomach. He watched her sleep for a moment, noting how beautiful she was. If only he had just gone with her and stayed in England…none of this would be happening. He wasn't afraid for himself—he could face pain and even death. But he would die if anything happened to Wendy. And he knew Hook knew that. Why else would he set a trap using Wendy as bait? Wendy moaned slightly in her sleep and she repositioned her head. Peter traced a single finger down her cheek and he noticed that she still wore his kiss around her neck. There was a knock at the door and Peter tried to sit up but found it difficult with Wendy sprawled over him. Hook entered the room and raised his brow when he saw them on the floor together.

"Well you don't waste any time, do you Pan?" Wendy was starting to wake up and she gasped when she saw Hook in the room with them. Her chains rattled as she scrambled to back into the corner, behind Peter. Peter stared up at Hook, doing his best to look brave.

"I don't know what you have in mind, Hook, but leave Wendy out of it. Your battle is with me, it always has been. So now you have me. You can let her go."

"You understand nothing, do you boy? Why would I release a beautiful young woman when there are so many joys and pleasures to be had?" Peter did not miss his meaning.

"I will kill you if you touch her."

"Oh, so now Peter Pan is becoming possessive of his Wendy. It's funny, Pan, when I first heard the rumors that you were weak with heartache, I laughed it off. But then I started thinking…no one has seen you for many months now. You spend so much time away from Neverland, you haven't had time to torment me. And what was the reason you were leaving Neverland? Not to go recruit more filthy lost boys. No, it was to catch a glimpse of the only girl you'd ever felt for. That being said, feelings put one at risk. Especially a woman, my boy. These feelings you have for dearest Wendy won't go away easily. And they have put you in a terrible position. So you see, when I discovered all of this, I knew I had to bring her back here and I would have you in my clutches in an instant. You never fail to disappoint, Pan. And now I see just how much time you have spent in England…you have grown up, boy. The little boy is gone and in front of me I see a handsome young man with terror in his eyes. Nothing like my great enemy, who never showed fear, only arrogance."

"If you think you see fear in my eyes, you're mistaken. It's determination. To keep her safe from you." Hook swooped down and lifted Peter's chin with his hook.

"I see fear for your dear Wendy. You are terrified of what I have planned for her. I know the ways of the heart, boy. You are ready to face death with your head held high but the moment I harm this young woman, you will become a bawling baby." Peter did his best to keep the fear out of his eyes but Hook already knew. He let Peter go and moved towards Wendy. Taking a tiny key out of his laced sleeve, he unlocked Wendy's chains. He then picked up what looked to be a heavy collar and fastened it around Peter's neck. Peter tried to back away but Hook yanked on the chain that was attached to the collar and Peter went sprawling forward, choking. Coughing, he looked up at Hook and his eyes narrowed in hatred. Hook pulled Wendy back with him and yanked at her gown. The beautiful blue material tore away and she was left standing in her chemise and her corset. It had been a long time since Hook had seen the proper undergarments of a lady…any woman he had was a whore and wore as little as possible. He easily sliced through the laces of the corset and flung it aside. Her chemise was very thin and almost transparent. It left the eye wanting more and Hook loved that. His hand skimmed her thigh and disappeared beneath her chemise. Knowing Peter was watching the whole thing, he leaned in close and sucked at her neck. His hand traveled up her thigh and circled around her core. She trembled at the contact, fighting to get away from him. She elbowed him in the stomach and as he released her, she ran into the corner nearest Peter. Hook chuckled and quickly bound her hands behind her.

"Where do you think you can escape to, my beauty? You are in Hell and there is no escape for either of you until death carries you away. You both belong to me now."