You were running.
Running through the woods.
You didn't know where you were.
You just knew you had to run.
You had heard some strange music and went to investigate.
Before you knew it, you were suddenly on a strange island.
Your home was no longer in sight.
Boys had been waiting for you and when they found you.
Well, they were surprised to say the least.
Then you heard the order come from an unseen force.
"Get her!"
You had no idea what was going on.
But you were sure as hell smart enough to take off.
Only problem was you were slowing down.
One of the boys had shot an arrow into your thigh.
You were losing a lot of blood, and quickly.
You were scared as hell.
A group of boys appeared, blocking your North route.
You turned to go back, but boys were still chasing you.
You took a risk and ran West, only to be knocked out.
When you woke up, your forehead was throbbing.
Blood was covering it.
They had hit you with a tree branch.
You were tied to another tree, with a fire dangerously close to you.
The boys were huddled away, but facing you.
You watched as a figure approached you.
The fire illuminated his features and he appeared to be around your age, not to mention cute.
But you wore a scowl and struggled against your binds.
The boy laughed.
He reached out and stroked your cheek.
You found strange comfort in his touch, but quickly pulled away.
He looked at you, confused.
You spit at him, hitting his face.
He wiped it off and laughed again.
"Boys, get her dressed nicely," he ordered.
"For what, Peter?" a younger boy asked curiously.
"Yeah, for what, Peter?" you mocked.
Peter stood next to you.
"For our wedding of course," he smirked.
With that, he pressed a kiss to your lips and nipped at your bottom one before leaving.
You were left to the boys, head reeling.
