Peter's Lily (Sequel to Pan's Tiger)

Chapter 13: Welcome to Hell

Slowly, tensely, I nodded my head, the effort of lying to him and to myself so large that my head felt increasingly heavy on my neck.

'Do you think you've been punished enough?' Pan demanded.

Again, I nodded, only much slower this time. For my silence, Pan tilted his head to the side mockingly and taunted, 'What was that, Tiggy? I didn't quite hear you.'

I said, trying to avoid sounding worried about what his reaction would be or to sound too enthusiastic, '....Yes.'

'Hm...' He lifted a brow, narrowing his eyes thoughtfully as he looked at me for a long, hard moment, 'Well, I disagree.'

'You-you do?' I stuttered anxiously.

His eyes darkened with lust and he said in his usually sinister tone, 'For disobeying me and then for allowing Oliver to persuade of such things, thus ruining my plans? We aren't over yet. I'm going to kiss and punish you until you beg for mercy... twice.'

'I won't beg.' I replied again, holding my head high with confidence

'Then we may be here for a long time.'

My eyes met his and finally my lips were able to recover as I continued confidently, 'And I certainly won't beg for you to release me from my pain, to grant me the gift of life like you are a God with the power over my soul.'

'Then what will you beg for... will you beg for me?' Pan asked me tauntingly and his lips once again found mine, with as much passion and hunger as before.mI ground and broke apart, sighing heavily, my eyes finally meeting his.

He looked at me quizzically, because he was expecting me to either fight back or to enjoy the kiss, 'I won't beg for you, I'll sooner beg for death.'

'Death?' Pan repeated with a raised eyebrow, 'You would sooner die than be with me? Well, in that case, welcome to hell, Tiger Lily. This is your eternal punishment, eternal condemnation.'

And suddenly, his lips were back to mine again, kissing me passionately and aggressively, making my lips feel abused and ache. He pulled his lips away from mine after a moment, his hands exploring my body as his lips found my neck.

'You really thought that you could away with this, didn't you?' Pan growled, raking his nails painfully down my sides. I clutched his shoulders tighter, my breath coming in short gasps.

'You must have known I would notice your frequent rendezvous with Oliver.' He hissed against my cheek, 'I always notice...Eventually... because we both know that Peter Pan never fails. I just want to know what next? What was the plan to wriggle out of it?'

I bit my lip, trying to hold back my sigh of obvious pleasure as his hot mouth pressed against the dip below my earlobe.

'I-I hadn't-' I was silenced by his mouth returning to my lips as my eyes widened in shock.

Immediately, I pulled away from his mouth biting my earlobe, craning my neck away to gaze at him in shock. His deep, sultry gaze met my wife eyes, and a malicious smirk crept across his face.

'Yes...?' He taunted.

I was vulnerable.

More vulnerable than I had ever been in my life.

I hated it.

'No, Peter,' I demanded.

His eyes narrowed in a heightened anger, smashing his body further into mine, making me cry out in pain as my arm was twisted backwards, he hissed, 'Obviously, you haven't learned your lesson. I'd say that's a pity... and it is for you. But for me, it's more fun.'

'Stop, no more,' I begged helplessly, not wanting him to take it any further because I couldn't imagine myself, in a younger version of my body doing this, like I was allowing my childhood self to be raped by Pan. But also, because touching me in such a way would make him feel older again and give him less time to survive. It pained me to think that after all this, I still loved him.

'Now for that punishment...' Pan said, drawling out the words with eagerness, his eyes studying mine. His glance was purposeful and calculating, yet I could tell he was studying me exactly to see how I would react to what he was saying.

'Nothing can be worse than being here,' I said, gesturing to the cage. 'And being in Neverland with you, forever.'

'That sounds like a challenge!' Pan exclaimed delighted and I cringed, remembering that Pan was similar to me in the sense that neither of us could pass up a deal or challenge. 'I wonder what I will choose... So many options...'

'Bring it on.' I spat back.

He then held up his hand. All of the branches snagging my dress suddenly started moving. They were moving up my body, basically tying me up. It was worse than being tied up with rope, because the vines had thorns in them. There were thorns ripping my dress and cutting me all over my body. The pain was excruciating. I tried to hold it in, but I couldn't. I screamed.

He was smiling darkly. Apparently my screaming was a sign of defeat. The vines began to release me. Pan grabbed my arm and squeezed in, sending a great amount pain up my arm.

I jumped away from him, twirling to dive away from his grasp. But he was faster than I was and his arm wrapped around my waist. My eyes stared deeply into his for a moment, as if this moment could last forever. 'I love you so much, Tiger Lily, why can't you see that?'

Then he planted a tender kiss on my lips. It wasn't passionate and ruthless, but it was simple and romantic. I had almost forgotten how much I missed those sweet drugging kisses. His kisses, just as his words, were poison, yet I drank too many of these sweet words of no meaning. I'm afraid to say that I was drowning with no way out. But, just as he tried to fill my soul with more damage and pain and enduring illness, he stepped in front of me and kisses all the wounds that he left on me, sucking all of the poison away.

Now that I'm happy and he could no longer control me. I will burn him into ashes and watch his body wither away, my enduring love has once again saved the day.