Running through the woods as fast as possible, tears stung at my eyes, making my vision blurry. Every hour spent on this god forsaken island is another hour I've spent running for my life. My feet led me to a clearing, parting in many different directions.
"Willow." The British accent rang out from behind me, a shudder running through my body. I didn't bother to run anymore, there was no need to cry, he caught me, yet again.
"Now now, Willow, why were you running?" I couldn't stop the sinking feeling in my stomach when his arms roughly wrapped around my middle, slamming my back into his chest.
"Willow, answer me when I speak to you. Have you something to say for yourself?" His voice was teasing as ever, making me lower my head in defeat. His head lowered with mine, his cheek resting on my own.
"I'm sorry, Pan." I felt him smirk against my dirt coated skin, placing a short wet kiss on my neck. The feeling of his lips made me shiver, a deep rumble sounding from his chest. His right hand trailed down my waist, running over the end of my shirt, his fingertips grazing over the covered skin of my thigh.
"My little Willow, you know you must be punished now, don't you?" His other hand ran down my bare arm, taking ahold of my wrist.
"Yes, Pan." He sighed, spinning me around to face him.
"What am I to do with you? You have been a naughty little girl lately, Willow." Pans words terrorized me, thinking of what he could do to me. He was unpredictable, most certainly unstoppable. Besides, I was under his control, I'm practically his property.
"Ah, I believe I have an idea." His slender fingers grasped my chin as soft as he was dominant, trailing his thumb over my jawline.
"Yes." He smirked. "That will be your punishment." In that moment, the undeniable look of lust was written across his young features, so I did the only thing that I thought would possibly help me.
I cried.
"There there, Willow. It'll all be alright. I promise I'll be merciful. Only if you promise me that you will never run away again. Can you do that for me?" He soothed, running his fingers through my shinning black hair.
"Hmm?" He repeated, waiting patiently for my response. I nodded my head, pushing myself into his embrace. He muttered sweet nothings to me, though I knew it wouldn't change my punishment. Pan pulled me back, staring into my ocean blue eyes, wiping away the tears from my reddened cheeks.
"Would you like to get your punishment over with now?" Peter Pan was fairly considerate, he was truly no gentleman, but he is mostly gentle with me, yet I could live without the objectifying and man handling.
"Y-yes." He kneeled down on one knee, patting his other, letting me know what was coming. Hesitantly, I laid on top of his knee, holding onto his arm. It was a few seconds of dreadful silence, anticipating the strength he would use, but my thoughts were put to a stop when I felt a hard, firm swatt on my behind. I would squeeze his arm, bite my lip, and slam my eyes shut, anything from crying again, yet a whimper made its way through my lips. Pans hand came to a stop, resting on my back, proving he was finished.
"Will you be a good girl now?"
"Yes, Pan. I promise." Pan pushed me up, standing himself up before gripping my shoulders to look at my face.
"Awe, I'm sorry, Willow. Have you learned your lesson?" A simple nod of my head and his smirk was instantly returned.
"Good, because your never leaving, Willow. You are mine, you belong to me, and me only."
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