Right when the six men were sure their capture was unconscious, they gathered her up and carried her back to Pan’s manor. Once there, three of them continued down to the dungeons where they locked the girl away, the other three climbed the stairs up to Peter’s bedroom in order to inform him of their new arrival.
Peter’s bedroom was located at the highest point of the manor. During the manor’s construction, this was one of his most strictest guidelines towards the design. Reason? Because then, even during slumber, he would be above everyone else. Everything, down to his desk chair, was hand made his men. The most intricate detailed was the gold and jewel plating incorporated into every piece of furniture, all originally from Hook’s treasure. One could find signs of what was left of Hook’s treasure after the final battle throughout the whole manor itself. It was Peter’s silent way of gloating.
The men raced up the stairs to Peter’s door, but once arriving at their destination they all paused. Talking to Peter was like walking across thin ice; if one were to say the wrong thing, their head would be gone in a matter of minutes. Or worse. Slow and agonizing torture. Finally, one of them stepped forward, and with slight hesitance, he knocked on the door. “Sir? Sir, we got news!”
There was silence in response, but soon they began to hear the soft echo of feet meeting the floor. The men held their breath as the door slowly open, revealing Peter with an expression of displeasure, not fond of being disturbed. “Whatever this news is,” Peter fumed, “It better be worth it.”
The man took a breath before continuing, “Today, in the woods, we found someone on your land. They’re already in the dungeons.”
Peter rolled his eyes upon hearing this.“Pitiful. And after a quiet week, I thought they were starting to smarten up and learn.” He gave the men a dismissive wave of the hand, “Keep him there, and don’t feed him. I’ll take care of him later when I get bored.”
“But, sir!” The servant continued, “This ain’t a him. It’s a her!”
Now this caught Peter’s attention, brows raising when the word ‘her’ hit his ears. “A girl?”
“More like a woman,” The servant replied, and the two men behind him nodded along.
“A woman.” Peter tasted the word on his lips. It’s been a while. A wicked grin graced his visage. The thoughts of what he could do with a lowly woman. The possibilities were endless. “Yes, well then. Grab her from the dungeons and bring her to the dining room,” he dictated, snapping his fingers for emphasis, “I want to meet this… This little birdie immediately.”
The three men immediately ventured down to the dungeon, rejoining the other half of their group with the addition of one more, the eldest of the crew. He was a stout man with thin white hair and a plump, red nose. The three men shared the orders, and the eldest grimly nodded. It was a weight on his shoulders, being tied to service the once noble Peter Pan. The elder man separated from the group, wandering to the woman’s dungeon door, taking the keys off his belt and unlocking the door. His face was timid and worn as he entered the chamber. “Excuse me, miss?” The man weakly smiled, his voice soft and surprisingly polite, despite the circumstances, “Sorry to disturb. I’m Smee. I’ve been ordered to take you up.” Behind him, the rest of the men appeared, with rope in their hands. They filed in, and Smee watched at the doorway as they roughly grabbed her, tying Kat’s hands behind her back. “We’ll have to hurry,” Smee added as they pushed her towards the door, “He’ll be angry if we take too long.”
They led her up a flight of stairs, down a long hall, into the manor’s dining room. The dining room contained a long table that was almost the full length of the room, with a golden candelabra at its center. They chose to set her in the chair at one of the far ends, further securing her to it with even more rope.
Once they were done, it wasn’t much longer until Peter made his entrance. His eyes were immediately drawn to the unfamiliar face—or wait. He suddenly felt complex. The face of this girl—this woman—Peter felt as if he knew this face. But that was impossible. He simply shrugged the feeling off.
When Kat opened her eyes—which were narrowed in rightful annoyance—she instantly readied herself for a very intense session of interrogation as to why her head was throbbing and she had been abducted. Of course, the brunette had been told stories of creatures that lived in secluded areas and set traps for their prey, however, Kat was sure that her abductors looked nothing out of the ordinary. However, what remained of the once magical Neverland was surely ridden with new forms of evil, forms of which Kat could not protect herself against with a mere knife. Although, it looked as if the female was lucky. What she was surrounded with was not the ungodly, nor was it even the slightest bit horrifying. The barren and molded brick walls of some sort of dungeon that she had been carelessly thrown into was the only sight to see.
Groaning softly and raising her hand to rub the back of her head, the female let out a huff of frustration. Attempting to contain her temper, Kat lifted her gaze and glanced around her surroundings, attempting to formulate a plan. There was no guessing where she was in Neverland—or if she was even in Neverland at all—and that put her at an ultimate disadvantage against her unnamed enemy. As long as she was able to stay alive, there would still be some sort of chance that she could escape. However, it was only when the brunette took a few moments to calm down did she begin to wonder who could possibly have enough supply to build a dungeon, as Kat’s mother had explained that most of the supplies and plants had died when Neverland began changing. Although it was a possibility that she had been captured by mere creatures roaming the vast forests, even then, why capture her? The thought that followed was not a friendly one, and struck a certain uneasiness in the pit of her stomach.
Peter Pan had disappeared years ago, and even after her mother had escaped, he had never dared to show his face again. Whether it be the fact that he held no regret knowing that he had betrayed his only remaining friend, or that he was too cowardly to atone for what he had caused. In truth, what happened to Neverland was not Peter’s fault, he had been trying to protect the person that he loved, and with it came dire consequences. Kat’s mother had attempted to explain how much agony the former Lost Boy went through when he attempted to fight the darkness plaguing his heart. Even though the female didn’t know the male directly, she felt betrayed that he didn’t seek help from his former friends to aid him. Instead of locking her mother up within the confinements of his residence, why did he not venture into Neverland and seek the help of Elders? Why was he the only one that ended up being saved?
Countless of the former Lost Children had fallen prey to the creatures that were now freely roaming around the land, their deaths were untimely, and left the rest of the group vulnerable and scared. Kat knew that it was next to impossible that she would stumble across the new and improved Peter Pan, as he could already be dead, however, the knot in her stomach lead her to believe otherwise. Kat’s muscles instantly tensed when she heard footsteps approaching, her gaze met by a rather tired and old male with a few more rugged looking men traipsing behind him. Letting out a groan as they roughly stood her up and tied her hands behind her back, the female narrowed her eyes at the two pushing her forward, her heart thumping in anticipation. “He who?” The brunette questioned, attempting to jerk her body free of the rough grip of the men at her sides. “I am capable of walking by myself.”
Met with no answer, the female was merely thrown into another confining place. However, what she was surrounded with was no longer damp and moldy bricks, rather, it was beautiful furniture and grand decoration. Closing her gaping mouth when the men moved to knot the ropes tying her to the arm rest, Kat watched as they scattered back, their eyes full of fear. Furrowing her eyebrows together curiously as she looked around to see what had their knees shaking, the brunette’s gaze was met by another stranger. Except, this stranger wasn’t old and worn, he was so alarmingly handsome that Kat had to blink twice to ensure that he was real. Looking past his overall appearance, it was easy enough for the twenty two year old to pick up a number of different qualities just by appearance, the most apparent one inducing the return of the knot in her throat.