When I wake up I'm back in the same tent at Pan's camp, I sit up and discover my hands have been tied to the bed.
"Hey!" I yell, "hey! I'm awake, can someone untie me?"
A nervous looking Lost Boy, who I presume is around my age, enters the tent and smiles sheepishly, "no one's allowed to give you anything or untie you."
"Well, Pan's not here right now is he." I bite my lip and look him up and down, I try to be sexy but I can't really be too much whilst strapped to a bed.
"No but..." He looks at me and he's pulled. I figured, a bunch of boys stuck on an island, no female company. One of them has to be straight and without his 'needs' filled.
"You know, if you'd let me up for a minute I could be a real... sport." I wait for him to get what I'm saying and when he does his face flushes pink.
"Okay," he smiles, someone's happy. I almost feel bad for what I'm about to do. He leans over me and cuts the ties round my hands.
The second I'm free I elbow him in the head and shove his body off me, I tie one of my restraints round his mouth and his other to the bed and take his knife.
"Sorry," I apologise before I leave, I don't know what Pan will do to him but I don't like being restrained.
I creep round the camp and stumble across Pan's tent, if there's anywhere I'll find a way off this island, it's Pan's tent.
When I enter I scan the tent but don't see anyone so I start moving things about, I tuck the knife into my waistband, I cover it with my shirt, I don't want Pan taking it off me if he finds me.
His tent really doesn't have an awful lot in it but I obviously managed to miss the boy himself lying on his bed because the next thing I know he's behind me, pressing me to a wall with a knife to my throat.
"Who let you out?"
"How- how do you know I didn't get out on my own?" I'm going to try and save the poor lad, after all, I promised him sex and all he got was bondage.
"Those bonds were enchanted, the wearer cannot let themselves free." Oh. Magic. Right.
"Go see for yourself. I tied him to the bed," he leaves his tent and I relax.
Time to run again?
Those people do have a way off the island.
And if they promise to give me my heart back...
But it's too late.
Pan is back with an evil look on his face.
"He told me what happened."
"He's conscious?" I smirk.
"Yes. And you," he points his knife at my face. I could take it off him and slice my wrists until I die. Slice. Slice. Slice. Blood pouring. They don't have the medical expertise for that. They're just kids.
"ARE YOU DARING TO IGNORE ME?" Christ.
Pan's face is in mine.
"Sorry... I just got distracted. I just..."
"Wanted to screw some Lost Boy because he wandered into your tent?!" He's kind of scaring me now, his face is full of fire.
"No- I-I-I said that so he'd-"
"So he'd free you?" He offers. His nose wrinkles and his eyebrow flicks up - I would probably find him attractive if I wasn't so scared right now.
"Right." My head is all over the place but every thought comes back to that knife.
The voice is singing to me, just one word, 'slice' over and over. Ignoring it is becoming such a strain on my brain I can feel tears.
"Well, you're free." What? "I have ordered two Lost Boys to be your escorts, they won't be persuaded by you."
"What do you mean?"
"You're very much not their 'type'" He found two gay Lost Boys to guard me? How much of an over kill - oh, right. I did kind of bring this on myself but that just makes it worse.
There's a cough outside the tent and I guess these are my Boys, "Enter." Pan says and two Boys walk in, dressed in brown leathers with patterns carved into them, with shirts on underneath and leather boots.
Neither of them look at me, they both look at Pan until he nods and then they look at me and nod.
"This is Pista and Scoke. They are two of my fiercest warriors. Try to run, they have orders to shoot you in the thigh. Try to fight and they have orders to fight back. If anyone apart from me approaches you, they will be killed." He speaks matter of factly, as if this is a normal everyday thing for him.
"Right..."
"And if you try to hurt yourself, they have orders to knock you out."
Jesus Christ the kid thought of everything.
I look at my new baby sitters - they are both taller than me, more muscular and apparently, skilled with weapons. There is literally no way for me to escape them.
"If she goes anywhere outside the camp, you must have my permission first." Both boys nod.
I am in deep trouble.
If Emma and her band of Merry Wo-Men get Henry then I am stranded with no real clue how they escaped.
Crap.