Alright it's rated M time everybody. Honestly I think we kinda saw this coming. Now just to be cautious, if you like to read creepy, disgusting, messed up sensitive topics, then this chapter should be nice and juicy to you.
And if you're not that then I'd skip to the next chapter. If curiosity gets the better of you, then get ready because what you are about to read is pretty awful. You have been warned….
Chapter Thirty One
The Circus Man
One Hour Earlier…
Izzy POV
I lay there on the cold, hard ground, feeling like every breath I took was another step closer to my end, and thank goodness. Guilt twisted in my gut, matching the sickening nausea. It was like my body was punishing me for my mistakes. Jake had quite willingly left with Ria, and I couldn't blame him. After what I said, I deserved to be abandoned. Now about what Ria said, about the snake bite being poisonous and all, I didn't really believe her at first. I thought she was just trying to scare me. But not long after she and Jake left, I began to feel SICK.
I closed my eyes, hoping to drift away into the sleep from which no one wakes up from, to escape the agony of my body and the torment of my thoughts. But even in the darkness behind my eyelids, I was still alive and I still would be until five o'clock in the morning, when the Phantom Viper's venom finally showed me mercy.
Suddenly, the dungeon door creaked open, and a sliver of hope pierced through my despair. Maybe it was Jake or Cubby, coming back to save me! But no, it was that Titan man, Ria's brutish lackey. His arms were pale and so muscular that they were practically as thick as my waist. He was almost as tall as the doorway for his orange cowlick nearly brushed the top casing. He was big. This man must weigh 275 pounds!
I cursed myself for even daring to hope that it was somebody who came to rescue me. But no. Nobody's looking for you, Izzy you idiot! Nobody cares if you die or not. My mateys had forgotten about me, and I didn't blame them. I was a liability, a burden they were better off without.
Titan descended the stairs with all the grace of a heavy elephant. His booming voice shattered the silence.
"Nice night, isn't it, lass?" he asked, oblivious to my suffering.
I could only muster the energy for slight sarcasm, so I just shook my head, my gaze fixed on the ground.
"I dunno," I muttered, my voice barely above a whisper. "I haven't really thought about it, what with my impending death and all."
I winced as another wave of pain ripped through me, doubling me over. Titan approached, his concern as genuine as the smile of the snake that bit me.
"What's the matter? Are you sick?" he inquired, his voice laced with fake sympathy.
I cringed even more at his proximity, my discomfort growing with each step he took toward me.
"Oh, you know," I replied, my tone dripping with sarcasm despite the agony. "Just a little pre-death diarrhea, that's all." I say.
"Aw, Don't you just hate when that happens?" he chuckled, a sound that grated on my already frayed nerves. "Well, if it makes you feel any better, it'll all be over soon." he remarked.
I closed my eyes, blocking out his looming presence and the grim reality of my situation. All I could do now was wait for the inevitable end to come and hope that it would be swift.
"Believe me, I wouldn't want it any other way." I mutter, my voice barely above a whisper, heavy with misery. It takes all my strength to keep from bursting into tears. I don't actually want to die. I just want this pain to go away, and I want Jake to stop being mad at me.
"Hey hey hey, none of that now." Titan's voice interrupts my spiraling thoughts. I glare up at him through tear-filled eyes, my expression a mixture of defiance and despair.
"Why are you here? What do you want?" I sneer, tears continuing to drip down my cheeks. "How much more torture do you people want to give me!?"
"Chin up, little lass," Titan says, his tone sickeningly sweet. It's a tone I don't trust, not for a second. "Believe it or not, I'm here to take you out of this horrid, rat-infested prison."
I stop crying, confusion replacing my despair.
"Huh?" I squeak, disbelief coloring my voice. "You can't be serious."
"I've never been more certain in my entire life." Titan replies, his tone unwavering.
"I don't believe you!" I shout, my attempt at bravado crumbling under the weight of my fear. "Get out! Leave me here to die alone and in peace!" I immediately regret trying to act tough when I see a sinister expression cross Titan's face, and he cracks his knuckles. What am I doing!? This man is three times my weight, a foot and a half taller than me, and could probably snap me in half with little effort.
"Boy, did you just ruin things for yourself," Titan says, shaking his head while stepping closer to me. Panic surges through me, as I stand up and instinctively try to back away, but he grabs my wrist before I can escape. I don't even try to resist, knowing I'm like a toothpick compared to this mountain of muscles. "Come now, let's be on our way," he says, pulling me out of the dungeon.
"T-t-to where?" I stammer, my voice trembling with fear.
"You'll find out." Titan says, pausing briefly to look down into my eyes.
He drags me up the dungeon stairs to the door at the top. Every step is a struggle, my legs barely able to hold me up, but he doesn't seem to care. He opens the door, and we're in the dimly lit hallways of the Temple in the Hills. My heart races. I don't know whether to be glad I'm out of that dark dungeon or even more scared of what's about to happen now.
Titan keeps dragging me down the hall, his grip like a vice. We reach another door, and he kicks it open, ushering me inside. The room isn't very big, and both the walls and the floor are made of sandy brown wood, not dark stone like the rest of the temple. It's weird. The entire temple is carpeted and decorated pretty nicely, but this one room looks no better than a wooden shed.
There's not much in here. Just a bed, a wooden chair, a wooden dresser, a window letting in the moonlight, and several lanterns scattered about to keep it well lit. I stand in the middle of the room, watching Titan shut the door behind him. My nerves skyrocket. It's just him and me now in this very small space.
"Sit on the chair, if you would, madam." Titan orders with a courtesy that makes my skin crawl. But I don't argue. I nervously sit down, my eyes never leaving him as he heads over to the dresser. He pulls out what looks like... a professional makeup kit? What did this man do with makeup? If he was trying to get a glow up that would take a bit of work.
The big redhead comes back with the kit in hand, and I'm starting to sweat. He opens it up, pulls out a teeny paintbrush, dips it in a small cup of blue face paint, and is about to apply it to my face when I put my hands up to stop him.
"Silly of me to ask, but what in the world are we doing here?" I ask, suspicious.
"Well, you see, lass," he begins, his voice strangely gentle, "Before I arrived here in Neverland to become a member of Hook's crew only for the codfish to kick me out, I lived in a very green and civilized country called Ireland. There, I had a job as a circus clown, and it was my job to cheer children up and make them smile. Now you seem a little sad right now, so I think I'll try to give you a bit of pleasure and make you smile. Now how does that sound?"
I blink at him, my mind racing.
"A circus clown?" I repeat, disbelief coloring my voice. "Would that be the Irish Circus by any chance?" I ask, the vision of the camera I found in the forest appearing in my head. I try to remember the words written on it. 'Property of the Irish Circus.'
"Aye," he nods, a small smile creeping onto his face, as if he knew exactly what I was thinking. "I was a pretty darn good actor and cosmetologist if I do say so myself. Now, let's see if I haven't lost my touch, shall we?"
His large pale hands worked with unsettling precision as he applied the blue makeup, each stroke feeling like slimy creatures were slithering across my skin. The feeling sent shivers down my spine, but I dared not protest. He painted a bright blue smile across my face, turning me into something out of a nightmare.
"There," he says, wiping the blue paint off the brush with a white rag. "Now we have that frown turned upside down."
Next came the yellow paint, dabbed onto my cheeks in tiny dots. Titan whispered that they were stars, meant to brighten me up. But instead, they only served to deepen my unease. Then he painted on pink, rosy cheeks to complete the transformation, making me look like a doll with a sinister grin. I longed to wipe it all off, but I was trapped in his grip, helpless against his whims.
"Wait a minute," he said. "It appears I've forgotten something." Dread pooled in the pit of my stomach as I asked what he meant, dreading the answer.
"W-what?"
"Why the most important thing a specimen of a clown can have!" he declared with a chilling calmness. "A red nose!" I braced myself for the expected brush dipped in bright red paint, ready to mark me with the signature nose of a clown.
But his method was far more brutal and twisted than I could have imagined. With a sudden motion, he threw the brush aside, and without warning, his fist collided with my nose with a sickening crack.
I screamed.
Pain exploded through my head as I fell from the chair, crashing to the floor in a haze of agony.
"OW!" I shriek, clutching my nose. The strawberry syrup pours out of my nostrils and dribbles all over my fingers. "Wha-hat is WRONG with you!?" I shout, but he just laughs in return.
As I struggled to comprehend what had just happened, I felt more warm liquid trickling down my face, mingling with the colorful circus makeup mess on my skin. It drips down over my cupids bow and into my mouth, disgusting, but honestly that was the least of my problems right now. Titan's voice cut through the ringing in my ears, his words sending a chill down my spine.
"There. Now you have the bright cherry nose of a real humor man," he stated, his tone devoid of remorse. "Now, we can get started."
I pushed myself up from the ground, trembling with fear and pain, my vision swimming with tears.
"S-s-started?" I stammered, the taste of blood filling my mouth.
I lay on the floor moaning, clutching my nose. The pain was so intense that I couldn't even feel the stomach-churning nausea that had plagued me minutes ago. This punch had done the trick—my entire face throbbed, and all I could do was gasp for breath, each inhale feeling like I was trying to suck air through a straw.
Titan grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and, with one hand, effortlessly picked me up and plopped me back in the wooden chair. While sitting up, blood dripped down my face, sliding down my chin and neck and soaking into my pink shirt, staining it a gruesome red. My breathing was rapid and panicked, like I'd just run a hundred miles. I knew better than to even attempt to move a finger if I wanted to survive this and not die until sunrise.
I watched through blurry eyes as Titan walked over to the drawer where he got the makeup kit from. This time, he pulled out a dark green glass bottle with a dark liquid in it and a small cup. He poured the blood-red liquid into the cup and then headed back over to me. A flashback hit me hard, taking me back to a dark night aboard the Jolly Roger. Back when I was Captain Hook's slave, sitting in a chair, with Hook offering me a drink. I didn't take it then, and I sure as heck wasn't gonna take it now.
"Thirsty?" Titan asked, holding the glass in my face. Yeah, I was thirsty and hungry too, but I'd rather die than take something from this creep. "Something to drink?" he repeated.
"No." I replied, my voice firm but shaking.
"Aw, come on, have some." Titan pressed.
"No, thank you." I said again, trying to keep my cool, despite the horrid pain in my face.
Titan's face twisted with irritation.
"Drink it, girl!"
"NO! I've made this stupid mistake before and never ever ever will I do it again! Now unless you've got a billion gold doubloons for me and some hostages, I suggest you get out of my face!" I snapped, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and defiance.
That didn't go so well.
His face twisted into a sneer as I refused the drink yet again. Without warning, he splashed the red liquid right in my face. It stung my eyes and added to the gross mix of makeup and blood already caked on my skin. I flinched but held my ground, trying to look brave even though I was shaking on the inside. This was terrible.
Titan started pacing the room, probably thinking up his next torture technique. I watched him, heart pounding, until he stopped and knelt down right in front of me.
"How'd you know I worked at the Irish Circus?" he asked, eyes narrowing. I gulped, not wanting to have my rib cage shattered so I answered.
"I f-found an old c-camera on my way to the temple. Written on it were the words 'Property of the—"
"Hm. So you've found my old camera." he interrupted.
"Y-yes sir. But it was empty." I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.
"Probably was. I tossed it out a couple weeks ago after I gave the pictures in it to the Mistress." Titan explained, his tone almost casual.
"Hope you don't mind me asking, but what were the pictures of?" I asked cautiously, not really sure I wanted to know the answer.
Titan went quiet for a moment, then smiled in a way that made my skin crawl.
"You." he said simply.
"ME!?" I exclaimed, my voice going high with panic.
"Seven-year-old you," Titan explained, making my heart race even more. "And not just you. I snapped some of eight-year-old Jake, five-year-old Cubby, and your little bird-brain of a parrot friend."
"Uhm… I know this is kinda a dumb question but… why?" I squeaked, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Why? Why? Oh, I'd thought you'd never ask! You see, lass, I told you I used to work aboard Hook's ship a long, long time ago. Sometimes he would send me and my trusty rusty camera to spy on you three pipsqueaks. But to make a long story short, I was kicked from the crew and lived as a hermit in a cave in Neverland, just me and my circus gear. Not too long ago, Ria arrived and said she wanted revenge on Peter Pan and a certain little pigtailed pirate girl I just so happened to have a few pictures of."
"M-me?" I mumbled, my throat dry and my mind racing.
"Indeed," Titan said, his voice dripping with malice. "The negatives came in plenty of good use to Ria so she'd know who else she's up against: Another Forever Quester, or in other words, Jake. Although, the fact that you guys all of a sudden grew up-thanks to Morgan's ghostly return to Neverland-well, that makes things a tad bit harder since we're dealing with teenagers and not well…elementary school children."
I swallow hard, trying to soothe my dry throat.
"Ok...well then if that's true and you really have known us all those years...then," I pause, wondering if I should be asking this to a stranger of a man. "Then why were you so shocked to find out that I was the Psycho Pirate?" I ask in my lowest voice possible. "Why were you practically splitting your sides with laughter?"
Titan pauses to rub his chin.
"I guess I supposed that after being taken over by a spirit of darkness, you'd look a tad bit... menacing, you'd say?" He explains, standing up from his squatting position and walking to the other side of the room.
My nose throbs even harder as I look at the door. My only way of escape is just five feet in front of me. If I could just get that door open and run as fast as I could, I'd be out of here. Now that would all work out perfectly… if only my legs weren't dead enough already from trying to outrun Ria for several miles. And now with a bleeding nose, there was no way in Neverland I could make a run like that again. But I have to try.
"Look, thanks for making me hemorrhage, smearing clown makeup all over my face and getting me drunk while you tell the story of how long you've been stalking me and my friends, but I really gotta go now," I say, nervously getting up. Surprisingly, Titan lets me walk all the way towards the door. I ready my legs for the run of my life as I grip the doorknob. But when I try to twist it...
"Oh I hate you," I muttered to myself as the knob firmly stayed in place, despite how hard I tried to turn it. Time to go into panic mode. I pull and yank at the locked door, but it doesn't budge. "O-open this door!" I demand, terrified. "Let me outta here!"
Titan chuckles from behind me, his voice dripping with amusement.
"Oh, lass, did you really think it would be that easy? You're not going anywhere."
Panic surges through me, and I keep pulling at the doorknob, my hands slipping with sweat and blood.
"Please! Let me out!" I beg, tears streaming down my face. I'm desperate now, all thoughts of bravery gone. "I'll do anything!"
Titan's laughter fades, and his voice turns cold.
"Anything, you say? Well, we might just find out what that means."
I turn to face him, my back against the locked door, trembling with fear. This was it. I was trapped, and there was no way out.
Titan points to the bed in the corner.
"Get on the bed," he orders. I am frozen in fear, not wanting to fulfill any request of his. Like an idiot, I don't move. "NOW!" Titan roars, his voice echoing off the wooden walls.
"Ok! Ok! Calm down!" I let out, my voice trembling as I shakily head over to the bed and crawl onto it. I adjust myself to sit criss-cross applesauce, trying to gather my wits. The dripiness of the blood, face paint, and wine on my face becomes unbearable, so I remove my pink bandana from my head and use it to wipe the liquids off. The fabric stains with red, brown, blue, and purple, a mix of colors that adds to the horror of the situation.
"Take off your shoes. I don't want to get the sheets dirty." Titan orders. Reluctantly, I remove my signature red boots and toss them on the floor. Funny how he's ok with me getting my nosebleed all over the bed yet having the shoes on it is a big no. I can't help but notice the big redhead staring at my bare feet for a quick second before I make eye contact with him. Then he looks away, his gaze cold and unfeeling.
"There," I blurt out. "Anything else?" I ask, though not expecting an answer.
"Actually yes… there is," Titan says, his hands behind his back as he paces like an officer giving orders. "Take off your shirt."
My heart drops.
Hold it. Are we about to go where I think we're about to go?
"What!? No! I'm not gonna—-."
"DON'T refuse, or I will make more than your nose bleed!" Titan growls, his eyes glinting without threat.
I cross my arms defiantly.
"You can't kill me! First of all because I'm already gonna die at sunrise and second, I'm practically invincible to assault. I've been whipped, beaten, and starved. I've been shipwrecked and tortured. I killed the dragon of the Island of Bell—-." I immediately stop when Titan gets in my face and menacingly stares me down. "W-w-with a l-l-little h-help f-from the spirit that possessed me, of course." I say shakily.
"Take it off," the redhead orders again. My hands don't move an inch. I just can't do it. "Now." he adds.
"You know you can say 'please' once in a while—-."
"NOW!"
"No! I don't give free shows! So get away from me!" I refuse once more, my voice firm but trembling inside.
"Well then," Titan mumbles. "I guess I'll just have to force it off!" he exclaims as he easily pulls my pink shirt over my head and throws it to the side of the room. Much to his dissatisfaction and much to my relief, I have a bright pink bikini top on. I always wear my bathing suit underneath my main pirate outfit, just in case my mates and I want to cool off with a plunge or need to make a watery escape.
Titan's face twists with irritation at the sight of my top. Regardless of that his eyes narrow as he gazes at me, a low purr rumbling from his chest. I felt so embarrassed. There were white scars all over my stomach and my protruding collar bone and my rib cage that grossly sticks out like a starved dog were clearly visible now-ew.
You see, this is what happens when you spend seven years as a starving, overworked and abused slave for the glorious Captain Hook. You get whipped and there was absolutely no eating until you were skinny as a rake and it was by all means necessary. After the whole Psycho Pirate incident both Cubby and I tried to put more meat on our bones and it partially worked, to the point where we looked somewhat healthy but still very thin. Despite the fact that I can't stand the sight of my own scrawny body, the big redheaded man continued to stare at me, his eyes never looking away.
"Great suffering catfish," he gasps. "You're like a mermaid!"
"H-holy water's not included tonight, huh?" I ask, my voice trembling as the cold air surrounds my exposed upper torso, clad only in a skimpy pink bikini top.
"No, it's not. And stop trying to be funny." Titan growls, his amber eyes dark and menacing.
"W-w-what are you gonna do to me?" I squeak, my heart pounding in my chest.
"Oh do I have plans for you," he says, chuckling slightly. He starts advancing towards me and grabs the end of my purple pants. "Like uncovering a hidden treasure!" he shouts, beginning to pull my pants off. I scream at the top of my lungs and kick Titan right in the face, leaving him with a black eye.
"Oh!" he groans, letting me go to clutch his eye. "You dumb bimbo!" I have nowhere to run, so I back up against the wall, wishing I could just melt into it. Titan gets on the bed and advances towards me like a preying lion. "If you ever do that again….," he begins, clutching the end of my pants once again, "I'll eat your heart on a stick. Got it?" he asks menacingly.
I shakily nod, tears streaming down my face, and let him pull my purple leggings off and throw them aside. Now, I'm just in my bikini top and bottom. Nothing else. The vulnerability makes my skin crawl, but there's no escape from his twisted game.
As he stands over me, I notice the black eye I'd just given him swelling, but it doesn't diminish his threatening presence, in fact it adds to it. My mind races, trying to find a way out of this nightmare. Every fiber of my being screams to fight, to resist, but the terror paralyzes me. My nose was still dripping blood, falling into my mouth and staining my teeth red.
"Now, let's see what other treasures you're hiding." Titan says, his voice dripping with malice as he reaches towards me again. He snatches my ankles, one in each hand, and spreads my legs apart. Oh no he did not. This man could beat me all he wanted, but no way in Neverland was I letting this happen.
"Woah! Woah! Woah! Woah! Woah!" I exclaim, kicking him once again and then scrambling off the bed and further into the corner. "S-stay back!" I shout, pointing a shaky finger at him. Titan only comes closer. "I-I'm warning you!"
"Oh, don't worry. I'm not going to hurt you. In fact, I'll make you feel better than you ever have before." he coos sickeningly.
"Uhm..I-I-I don't mean to sound rude but I'm a kid and you're a forty something year old man so um..yeah I-I really don't see it workin' out." I say nervously, but he just ignores me.
I'm grabbed once again and pinned back on the bed, my feet in his hands as he struggles to pull them apart. My heel connects with his face again, and he growls, clutching his nose. The rage in his eyes intensifies, and with a furious roar, he picks me up and throws me across the room. I slam into the wall, my vision blurring with the impact.
I know snitches get stitches but this was getting a little ridiculous.
Pain radiates through my body as I cough and moan, trying to open my eyes. Oh boy. I don't know how much more of this I can take. My whole body throbs, screaming for help. Titan stomps towards me, grabbing at me again
I quickly get up and try to run to the other side of the room, but I'm jerked back when the big fella snatches my arm tightly. I continue to squirm and scramble away, more terrified than ever, but Titan quickly presses me up against him so he can inhale the scent of my hair, making me sob and gasp even harder. And then his hands were on me again, rough and invasive, exploring my bare skin with a predatory hunger.
"You are truly gorgeous, you know," Titan observes. He sets me back a bit so he can look me up and down, while still gripping both of my wrists tightly so I can't escape. "Long thick luscious hair with the heavenly smell of candy floss from the carnival, sparkling auburn eyes, lips as full as red ripe cherries, skin that has been kissed by the sun a thousand times, and an hourglass figure any lucky man could mortgage a house on." he says in a way that makes my skin crawl. He lets go of one of my hands, still tightly gripping the other, and reaches into the makeup kit with his free hand to pull out a purple scarf with yellow stars on it.
"Now, you see this here? Usually, it would be worn by a tightrope walker over their eyes. However, we are going to make a few slight changes here." And with that, he begins to tightly tie the ribbon around my mouth, turning it into a gag.
Panic surges through me as the cloth presses against my lips, blood leaking onto it, muffling any protest I might have. I thrash against him, trying to break free, but his grip is ironclad. Tears blur my vision, and I feel utterly powerless.
"Now, now, don't struggle. It's unbecoming of such a beautiful young lady," Titan sneers, his face close to mine. His breath is hot against my skin, and I feel bile rising in my throat. "We're going to have a lot of fun together, you and I."
I continue to struggle, my movements frantic and desperate, but Titan is fifty times stronger than me. My efforts feel futile, and I know I'm just wasting the few precious hours of life I have left. He tries to untie my bikini top and pull my bottoms down, his rough hands fumbling as I squirm, making it difficult for him to succeed.
"Hold still, you stupid doll!" he growls, frustration clear in his voice. "If we're gonna do this, you have to stop squirming!"
'Oh Jake, where are you? I think, sobbing miserably. "You may still be mad at me but please, please PLEASE help me!' But deep down inside I know that nobody is coming. I'm alone, trapped in this room with a monster who's about to use my body as his playground.
"Get on the bed and lie down!" the redheaded beast orders. I obey immediately, whimpering the entire time. "Good girl," Titan says, satisfaction dripping from his words. I sob as I look up at the ceiling, my tears blurring my vision. "Stop fighting," he snarls, his voice a low growl that sends shivers down my spine. "You're only making this worse for yourself."
I know I messed everything up, but I don't deserve this on top of the punishment of inescapable death.
Titan turns his back for a moment, appearing to take his shirt off. As he does that, I see a way to escape this nightmare. The bottle of wine is still on the floor. Quietly, I get up from the bed while Titan's back is still turned. I grab the bottle and am about to make a high jump so I could smash it on his head when he suddenly catches me in the act, grabbing my wrist and making me drop the bottle. It shatters into a million pieces.
"Oh ho ho, no you don't," the former circus man chuckles as I try to squirm away once more, but his grip is tighter than ever now. "No, the hell ya damn don't," he says, punching me once more and making me fall to the ground. "It's adorable that you think that a little weakling like you can do anything to me?" he grumbles humorously. He kicked me in the side and this felt like the last straw. "I hope you've enjoyed your punishment so far." he says.
The gag starts to slip off my mouth due to my sweating and heavy panting.
"Punishment!?" I scream, looking up at him from the floor. "This is a NIGHTMARE!"
"Well, I'm about to make it a dream," Titan says, his eyes gleaming with a sick pleasure. "Let's get back to business, shall we?" he sneers, reaching for me again.
"NO!" I cry, but it's just plain useless.
"Would you stop being a seven-year-old for one minute!?" Titan growls as he drags me back to the bed and plops me on it yet again. "We'd've already been halfway through by now if you could just cooperate!"
I start shivering as I sit helplessly on the bed. This. Was. Horrific. I've been stripped down to nearly nothing but a thin two-piece bathing suit (for now, I'm sure I won't be wearing it in a minute), and I'm cold yet covered in sweat. I huddle against the wall, still on the bed, and hold myself as I watch Titan remove his shirt.
"Oh goodness, help me." I mutter in a low voice as the brawny redhead reveals his jacked and muscular physique that could easily crush mine into pieces.
As Titan readies himself for the big explosion he's about to create, I just curl up in a little ball, wanting this snake's poison that's currently flowing through me to just take me out right now and save me from this terrible nightmare. There's nothing else here to live for. Ria wants to kill me, Morgan probably wants to kill me, this man is about to do the disgusting unmentionable to me, and most of all, Jake is angry at me. I can't live with him being so mad and resentful towards me. I just can't. All of this is happening because I just didn't want to listen. I've ruined my own life. Demoted from first mate to pervert bait. I've also ruined Neverland. If I didn't go back to the mainland every night Ria probably wouldn't have found a way back to Neverland. The only way to be free of this guilt and insufferable pain is to let it take me out, well that was if I survived what was about to happen to me.
I am about to close my eyes when I notice something shiny coming from my purple pants lying on the floor. Now, what could that…hold on..is that…. yay hey, maybe there was a way out of this.
Titan's back is still turned as I very, very carefully and quietly climb off the bed once again and crawl over to my purple pants on the ground. I begin to dig through the two back pockets until I feel what was reflecting the shiny glow: Cubby's pair of scissors that I still hadn't given back to him. I used these scissors to cut myself and Nikki—oh my goodness, I had forgotten all about him—free when we were tangled aboard the Jolly Roger. Well, they were about to save me from another deadly capture. But if I messed this up, it was lights out.
But of course, I was grabbed by the arm yet again. However, I still held the small yet sharp pair of scissors in my right hand, Titan didn't seem to notice. The beast pins me down on the ground with one hand, his weight crushing me, while he squishes the feminine chub on my belly and my upper thighs, making me feel absolutely humiliated. He hovers over me, his breath hot. He places his knee on one of my feet, ensuring no possible escape or even movement from me. I thrash beneath him, but it's no use. He's just too strong.
"Shhh," he whispers, leaning down to brush his lips against my ear. "It's not going to hurt that much. Just relax." he coos, his hand sliding up my arm, then gripping my chin and then leans in closer. Before I can react, he presses his lips to mine, stealing my first kiss on the lips.
I jerk my head back, eyes wide with anger and horror. I couldn't believe it. The first person I'd ever kissed was not my green eyed, tall, dark and handsome leader-whose face I was not worthy to kiss after the fight we had-but rather it would be given to a near middle aged redhead man who worked as a clown and a full time alcoholic.
I have to get out of this. And I'm still absolutely terrified, despite the fact that I now had an escape route. I continue to sob harder than ever before. My strength is waning, but I can't give up. I won't give up. Regardless of past experiences and renounciations, Jake and the Neverland Pirates never give up. And I—
POUND! POUND! POUND! POUND! POUND!
The sudden pounding at the door shakes me to my core. Titan's eyes narrow as he turns his head to face the locked door, annoyance etched into every line of his menacing face. I also turn, my heart racing, wondering who could be behind that door trying to barge in. My fear spikes, but so does a spark of hope.
At some point I start to get a little nervous about using these scissors on him so I try to think of something else. I notice the half empty glass of wine and I reach for it. Without even thinking, I chuck the glass in Titans direction, only for it to completely miss him and meet the wooden walls with a loud CRASH!
Titan looks at the shattered pieces of glass and then at me.
"Oh you are so dead!" he shouts, advancing towards me and grabbing me again.
POUND! POUND! POUND! POUND!
The banging on the door continues, getting louder and louder.
"SCRAM!" the redhead bellows to whoever is on the other side of the door. I think I could hear someone yelling or shouting from the other side, but I was far too groggy and shaken to make out what they were saying, let alone whose voice it was.
His distraction is the perfect opportunity. Every ounce of terror and determination fuels my next move. Gripping the scissors tightly, I maneuver them in front of me and plunge them right into Titan's chest. He yells in pain, eyes wide in shock, as I push the blade deeper, straining and hissing as I use whatever strength I had left in me. His grip on me loosens, and I quickly scramble out of the way as he collapses, his body hitting the floor with a thud.
I collapse on the ground in exhaustion, my chest rising and falling with every breath of relief. For a moment, I just lay there, staring at his lifeless form, unable to fully process what just happened. I shakily go over to where my pink shirt, purple pants, and red boots are scattered. My hands tremble as I put them back on, piece by piece, trying to steady my breathing.
POUND! POUND! POUND!
The banging continues, louder and more insistent. Whoever is at the door isn't giving up and wants in. Now. It's probably Ria. Or Morgan, or someone other threat I was yet to discover. I had to get out of here.
But how? Clearly I couldn't go through the door.
My eyes dart around the room, landing on the window letting in a sliver of moonlight. It's my only way out. I rush over and pull it up open to let the cool breeze of the Neverseas into this scorching steaming room. I look out into the dark, endless forest of Neverland. It sure is a scary place at night.
With no time to waste, I climb out the window, the night air chilling my bruised skin. I glance back one last time at the room, the door still rattling with the relentless pounding. I pulled the window down closed so it looked like nothing ever happened. With shaky legs, I disappeared into the forest.
No telling what's waiting for me out here, but I definitely wasn't staying to face whatever or whoever was about to get me in there.
To Be Continued…..
Yes I know it was dark, disgusting and disturbing, we go there on this page.
Argue all night with me about chapter 29, This is the climax y'all have been wanting to see isn't it? XD
New record for who the longest chapter is and this one takes the cake at 7,000 words and whatever chapter I said was the longest last time was only 6,500 words.
Anyways, we're almost there if you've made it this far congratulations, extra gold doubloons for you. I'm happy to say that I've already started production on a oneshot that'll probably be up by July And as for this story going on Wattpad, oh boy it definitely will but pictures will take a million years to do because they just take time and also I have been painting over some of the pictures from the last story to make them look better, ya welcome.
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