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Hooked (Chapter One)Written by ShyA little background before you read!This story was inspired by a long-term recurring dream I could never seem to shake, as well as Peter Pan. It’s one of my favorites and I’ve finally expanded upon it. <3 Enjoy!A special thanks to a very amazing Bear. <3Panic: That was the first thing she felt as her eyes sprang open. Her body was pressed into what looked like an upright coffin, a pillow fixed behind her head. Reaching out gently in front of her, her pale hands connected with what felt like glass, allowing her to see out into hall. From what she could see it appeared narrow, empty, and extended quite a ways in both directions.She had dark chocolate eyes and dark brown hair which sat fanned upon the pillow it rested on. Her clothes were minimal at best; a pair of black, comfy night shorts with a purple tank top covering her over sized chest.“Where am I?” she whispered to herself, her hand reaching out to the glass again. It felt cool to the touch and seemed to sway slightly: odd. The swaying increased until she almost began to feel sick. “A boat?” She gasped trying to still herself. She was on a boat. She tried to remember, closing her eyes tightly.Her name was Penelope. She had just turned sixteen, standing no higher than five foot four inches. She wasn’t a skinny girl by any means but she had curves- traditional hourglass hips. These things she knew- remembered- could see.Penelope had gone to bed the night before around eleven, the hazy, red, glowing numbers from her alarm clock standing out in her mind. However, she didn’t remember anything after that time which would have woken her up or otherwise. Penelope bit her lip nervously; her mind rolling over what she assumed was the previous night. Next thing she knew she was trapped in this…Cell? Box? Whatever it was. Penelope pressed harder into her lip. Had she been k**napped? She chewed over the idea; the ridiculousness of it in her day and age. Impossible.The boat rocked, pushing her against the glass. Surprisingly, it gave way, opening and dropping Penelope out onto the hall floor with a hard thud. Tumbling out onto the planks, she quickly got to her feet, placing her hand along the barren wooden wall for balance. She had landed on her side and she could just feel a bruise forming on it. Slowly, she made her way down the hall, her fingertips running along the wall. Not too far down her hand ran across what felt like a window? No… more glass.Penelope looked up into another one of these built in coffins.-This one containing a small, but very cute, Native American girl. Her hair was pulled into braided pigtails, a traditional headband over her forehead, as well as small splotches of red “war-paint” on her cheeks. She was wearing a small hide dress that covered her frame but did not go down further than mid-thigh. She looked like a perfect little Indian doll.“Tiger Lily?” Penelope whispered reading the small engraved plaque above the coffin like case, her heart sinking. Eyes scanning down the wall, she caught the glint of another case. Feebly, she made her way to it, peering inside. The girl inside was no Indian. She had pale-white skin and soft chestnut colored hair, pulled into a bow on the top of her head. Her face was pure and flawless, her eyes closed just like Tiger-Lily’s had been. She was wearing an old fashioned night dress Penelope could only figure had gone out of style in the 1950s- she did not know for sure though. Above this girl’s case she found another plaque reading, “Wendy.”Penelope wondered if her coffin had had a plaque, quickly dismissing the idea. She did not want to think about how she had come to be here or how much preparation had gone into her arrival…Without turning back, she made her way down the rest of the hall, happy when she did not run across anymore glass cases. In the forefront of her mind lay the “sleeping” visions of Tiger-Lily and Wendy. The names sounded eerily familiar but she was too foggy and panicked to place them now. Taking a breath pendik escort and continuing on, she finally found a door. Just how big can one ship be? she thought, both upset and frightened by the idea.Penelope gingerly turned the knob pushing the door open. Before her young eyes were no less than ten burly, dirty, bearded pirates- each one latched onto what looked like forest nymph type creatures? They were young looking, green tinged with grass green hair that flowed down to their hips. None of the strange beings were clothed, but some of the pirates were who seemed to be watching the festivities before them.Many of the nymphs were bound at the wrists. Others were merely held down by one or two men while another man played with the poor crying creature. In other parts of the room, it appeared that some of the nymphs had given in and seemed to be enjoying themselves with the unkempt pirates. Quickly, Penelope pushed the bile that was rising in her throat from the shock back down. Unfortunately she did not have time for such matters.She had almost forgotten how she had arrived to the room until she realized the alarming number of eyes that had shifted to gaze upon her. There was no hiding now.“S-sorry…” Penelope blurted out quickly slamming the door and taking off down the way she came.A loud crash came from behind the door.“How the hell did she wake up!?” a man shouted.“Wake the captain!” screamed another.“Just get her!” one particularly angry man yelled, louder than both other men had been combined.Penelope tried to focus on the hall before her but became too clumsy in her panicked fleeing. The boat swayed to one side and she lost her balance, hitting her head against the hard wood floor. She was reeling when she was able to get back on to her feet but it was too late. A large pair of hands was slipping hurriedly around her waist and dragging her away. Feeling lightheaded she did her best to break out of his grasp, but she was sure that it looked more like a tired c***d trying to protest a bed time: useless and cute at best.“P-put me…put me down…” She whimpered, her eyesight getting dark, body sagging against her captors arms.“Not a chance, Penelope…” The way he said her name made her skin crawl. “The captain is waiting to see you.”Penelope blinked back into consciousness, unaware of how long she had been out. Wherever she was felt much darker than the part of the ship she had originally been held in. Coming to a rather eccentrically decorated door, she felt her captor stop walking. The door had jewels encrusted over most of it, gold holding them in place. Gently, Penelope was set on her feet before the door and pushed inside as it opened inwardly. The man who had been holding her did not enter with her. He, instead, made sure the door was promptly shut almost snagging Penelope with it.The room was dark, an oil lantern burning in the far corner near what looked like a four poster bed hung with blood red curtains. Penelope felt her heart rate increase, her breath quickening along with it. Timidly, she took a step further inside, trying to escape what felt like creeping darkness around her.“I see you’re awake…” came a voice from deep inside the room. It was heavy but with something more. Knots tightening in her stomach, she closed her eyes and took a small breath.Looking in the direction of the noise, she spotted a large chair only being able to make out a pair of cross legs, the person’s- who she believed to be male, residing in it. “Um… Yes… Can you please tell me why I’m here? And maybe where here is?” Penelope asked politely, her voice only trembling slightly.The only response she got was that of a short laugh. He stood up from his chair moving beside it .Stepping into the light Penelope saw that he was pretty tall- at least he had long legs. He had short black hair that seemed to be curly or wavy- She could not tell. His eyes were piercing, a bright blue and his face had stubble on it. Overall he looked better kept than the other men she had come escort pendik into contact with recently. Something was off about him, however. Was it the bags under his eyes? Was it the way he was looking at her which she just could not place? No, it was the hook for a hand he was sporting that grabbed her attention, so much she did not notice him walking closer.A pirate with a hook for a hand… I… must be dreaming She reached her head up to forehead her eyes glancing down at the floor. This cannot be happening… Penelope should have kept her eyes upon her new acquaintance.Suddenly being forced against the backside of the door, Penelope felt that hook reach up to her throat, the sharp metal pressing into her skin. “You… my dear, are in Neverland…where the c***dren never grow up and where we adults get to play eternally. You, you little temptress, are here because you…you…” He seemed like he was trying to keep his temper under control but Penelope felt the hook digging deeper into her skin, “You are here because you dared to steal your precious Peter Pan away, to make him grow old. Out of reach of my and the death he deserves…” His voice almost sounded snakelike, an angry hiss trailing his words.Penelope felt like she couldn’t breathe. What did he mean Neverland? Peter Pan- He had to be k**ding! Her big brown eyes stared up at him looking for anything to indicate he was joking. The pain she was starting to feel in her throat was telling her he was, in fact, quite serious…“You have to be m-mistaken sir. I have done no such thing…” Her voice was feeling constricted by his hook, his hand pushing against her stomach now, “I’ve never tempted anyone in my life. I’m just…I’m just…”She tried to take a breath, her face heating up as she searched for the right word. Trembling she whispered, “A virgin.”She could hear him swallow a laugh in the darkness, his body unrelenting on holding her in place. “Then all the more fun it will be to taint and corrupt you until he will want nothing to do with you.” His tone was venomous, seeping into her every pore. He moved quickly, dragging her from the door and further into the room until she was falling backward onto the large bed. Fear filled her heart. He knelt over her, dragging his hand down the length of her face, a finger tracing over her bottom lip. He paused then, his eyes staring intently into her own. The captain’s face softened for a brief moment, the radical change in his demeanor making Penelope’s breath hitch.Grunting to himself, Hook turned from her, moving back towards his chair, his hook-hand touching lightly to his chin. “Do not think for one second this is close to over…this takes time, my dear.” He spoke with a slight growl to his voice. Giving one more glance back toward Penelope, Hook snapped his fingers.Two men entered the room. Penelope saw that one carried a long rope. One of the men scooped her off the bed, holding her tightly as the other first began to wrap the rope around her wrists. Securing the rope around her torso, the pirate added knots around her stomach and ankles, her whole body covered by the rough material. With the excess, the rope was strung through a hook on the ceiling just off the side of the bed. The two men pulled the rope tight making her stand on the tips of her toes before finishing their final knots. Penelope cried out against the strain, her initial fear only escalating as she realized she could hardly move. Fear had held her mostly still while the pirates had tied her practically immobile to the ceiling. She was standing, wrists tied and held above her head.“What are you doing?” She whimpered as she squirmed about, tied in a position that made her stay stretched out and vulnerable.“I am merely putting my trophy on display.” Captain Hook responded simply, coming closer to inspect the handiwork of the rope. Walking over to her, he ran his hand down her side, his fingers lingering on thigh. Looking her over once more Hook spoke quietly, “I will teach you so much…so much pendik escort bayan you will forget your precious Peter Pan.”Penelope shook her head, tears now streaking her pale cheeks. The shock was finally getting the better of her. She wished desperately to just curl up and cover herself, to guard herself against his curious fingers.“Please don’t do this. I don’t e-even know Peter Pan,” Penelope sobbed turning her head away from Hook.He stared at her with a look of pure irritation. Hook could feel the rage building inside him. He did not enjoy being toyed with, especially not by a girl this lowly. He grabbed ahold of her face forcing her gaze back upon him. “Do not lie to me… with my own eyes I have seen you with him. How you have looked at him – How he looks at you…”Penelope was stunned silent. Questions were forming on her quivering lip but no words escaped. She searched her mind for who he could be talking about and it finally hit her. He was a new boy in school. He went by a different name – Not Peter but James. James and Penelope had been becoming increasingly close, studying together, watching movies, even sharing one amazing kiss- but that was it! Nothing more even if she had hoped for more. She did not even know if he really liked her.“James…Peter – they can’t be the same…” Penelope whispered closing her eyes tight, “You have the wrong girl.”“Ah, but that is where I am certain you are wrong. Peter thought he could hide from me by using a name I know he despises – my name, but that, my lovely little flower, was not the case.” He drew his sharp hook up her throat and chin willing her eyes to meet his. “You are not the first girl he’s fallen for, Penelope,” Hook’s voice stroked the syllables of her name, sounding almost eerily sweet. “The girls… You must have seen them.”Penelope thought back to the glass coffins, but Hook did not allow her much time to ponder their significance.“Yes, they were his first loves. He tried to hide with Tiger-Lily’s tribe but she was easy to coax out from her father’s protection. The modern marvels from your world – a radio was enough to lure her away from her tribe and straight into my clutches. It was almost too easy. Peter did not even come for her…” Hook shook his head with what looked like pity.“Wendy was much like you; she was intelligent, beautiful – but Peter told her the truth at least. She knew of Neverland and his abilities. He tried to stay with her on the outside, in your world. Wendy, however, had become intoxicated with the idea of staying forever young and in love. Peter was unable to convince her otherwise and how mistaken that choice was. He was just trying to please her. It was not long until I got ahold of her. I twisted and tainted every chestnut hair on her head until Peter could not even breathe the name Wendy without pain.” Hook smiled at the memory, his hand gently running up and down Penelope’s side.Hook was still grinning when he leaned in close to Penelope’s face. His voice was soft, “I plan to do the same to you… By the time he realizes where you are it will be too late.”Penelope did not speak. Her mind was muddled with too much information. It was all overwhelming. If James really is Peter, she thought desperately, He had not even asked me out yet… Will he come save me? Will anyone save me? her breath had become deeper and she could feel the onset of an anxiety attack.Hook had done all the damage he was willing to deal that night. He had given her one more once over with his eyes before getting into bed and going to sleep. He would surely have sweet dreams.Penelope was left trembling and tethered to the ceiling not too far from him. Her world seemed to be crumbling before her eyes. The one boy she had let herself actually get close to had landed her here in the hands of a deranged, horny pirate.It felt like she was stuck there for hours. Her hands were beginning to hurt, her wrists especially as they rubbed against the rough rope. Wiggling, thrashing, squirming; none made any difference. The men who had restrained her tied knots for a living and they were not about to let her escape. Defeated by the rope burns on her wrists and the subtle, constant swaying of the ship, Penelope drifted off to an uncomfortable, restless sleep.

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