Warning: Non-con

The seventeen year old girl ran through the jungle, throwing branches to her side as she swept past. She was aware of the dozen of boys chasing her. Their yelling and whooping told her that they were hot on her heels. Turning her head she could see the distant bellow of torch light in the night and she knew they were closer.

It wasn't them she was worried about.

Turning her head to watch the boys behind her, she kept running and running; thorns and clawing branches yanked at her clothes and pulled her back, her dark brown her flailing out behind her.

Suddenly she faltered. In her path was a huge bush of Dreamshade, the thorns glinted darkly with juices.

"Shit," She mumbled, glancing around to see a path out of things.

She turned to the left.

"Hello there,"

Peter Pan was stood directly in front of her, his arms crossed and a huge grin plastered over his face. The girl shook her head in disbelief and tried to run the other way.

Felix, a tall, rough looking boy with a pink scar under his eye blocked her other way. As she stumbled back towards the Dreamshade bush, more and more of the Lost Boys began to close in on her.

"Anna is it?" Pan leaned against a tree, knowing she had nowhere to go.

"How do you know my name?" Anna asked, she was short and the boys were tall and now she seemed very, very, trapped.

"I know everything about people who trespass on my island," The boys came even closer, snickering, clutching makeshift weapons and torches.

Felix laughed as Pan drew his knife, grin still on his face.

Fearing for her life, Anna leapt towards Pan, grabbing for his the blade in his hand with a guttural scream.

All of the boys took a semi-step towards their leader but Pan seemed to have things under control. The small brunette leapt at the knife and just as she was about to curl her fingers around the blade, Pan lifted his arm up.

The girl fell foreward, into his awaiting grip and as she did, he spun her by the shoulders so her back was pressed snug against his chest. Then in one, graceful swoop of his arms, he brought the knife up tight against her neck.

Anna struggled wildly, carrful not to slit her own throat and Pan's twisted laugh rung sweetly around her head. The boys laughter mimicked his own.

"Come on boys," He twitched his lip upwards and he delicately smelt a strand of her hair, "Let's play,"

"Cuckoo, cuckoo!"

Anna wearily opened her eyes, her blurred vision could make out the dark green figure of the older boy in front of her. As soon as she recognised where she was and who was looming above her, she started to struggled, pulling wildly to free herself. Her hands were bound.

"Now, now, no need to struggle," Pan informed her, "You're tied to a tree and your bonds are enchanted, the likelihood of you escaping isn't even worth my calculations,"

Angrily, she thrashed against her ropes,not caring that they were scraping away the skin of her wrists.

"Why so agitated young lady?" The tall, slender, boy toward above her as he advance. Placing his hands on either side of her shoulders he leaned in towards her face, "We're only playing,"

She spat in his face, flecks speckling his cheeks and his eyes.

He slammed his hand against the tree trunk, directly by the side of her face and she gasped. Slowly, he wiped his cheek with his arm.

"You were so close to getting out of this, how disappointing," Pan looked genuinely upset.

"Disappointing?" Anna mumbled, trying to stop herself from shaking. Pan's calm demeanor put her on edge.

"Oh for you I mean," He licked his teeth, drawing his blade and running his finger down the tip "Not me,"

She cried out and gave another tug on her binding.

"Felix," Pan retreated, leaning back against an adjacent tree he folded his arms.

Felix came towards her, brandishing his make-shift club. Instead of going behind her, he decided to reach around her slender figure. Pressing into her small chest, he enveloped her in a sort of hug so he could reach around and tightened the rope. Anna grimaced as he rubbed against her.

"Fuck you!" She cried, raising her knee, hard.

Felix collapsed to the floor, writhing in pain and struggling to regain his composure.

Pan raised his eyebrows sharply, the slightest shadow of a smile tracing his sweet lips.

"I'm impressed," He grinned, deftly stepping over his fallen friend as he neared the seething girl. Bright red and fuming.

"Let me go!" She cried out against him as he pressed his chest to hers. One hand was placed on her knee, stopping her from doing the same thing twice.

"Actually, lets play a game," Pan ran a finger over the girl's soft, cream face, "You seem like a fighter, a survivor. I like that. So I'll give you chance. What do you think boys?"

Anna hadn't been aware that she had an audience but when she followed Pan's gaze to the trees she saw a dozen boys. Crouching in the bushes and swinging in the trees, each with a leering smile plastered on their face. The worst thing was she wasn't sure if it was directed at her, or Pan.

Pan's question was met with a rousing cry of approval and he turned back towards Anna with that jarring, impish grin.

"Do you like games Anna?" Dragging his hand up, he left it at her wide hips.

"No," She growled, "Someone always cheats,"

Pan laughed and span away from her. The look he gave his men prompted them into roaring laughter as well.

"Well it won't be me because cheaters never win," Pan returned to his position by Anna, the smile on his face spoke determination, he moved his mouth close to the girl's ear, "And I want to win,"

The Lost Boys jibed at the comment and Pan shushed them with a snap of his fingers.

"Here the game we're going to play. It's called Cat and Mouse." He watched as Anna's breathing quickening, her wrists raw from twisting and her panic swelling, "I'm going to give you twenty four hours to run. Away from me and away from my boys. You won't be able to leave the island but if you survive those twenty four hours without being caught, I'll allow you to go,"

Pan watched the elation spark in her eyes, quickly snubbed out by the unlikely hood of the task being completed.

"And if I lose?" She asked, her voice thin and scratching against her throat.

"Well," He asked, the hand on her hip lowering to grip the inside of her thigh with a fierce force, "What's the one thing I can't get on an island full of boys?"