“No.” She puts her hands on her hips. “You don’t have to drug her. Just drain her.”
“What?” I scream. “No!”
“Don’t start with that. You know I can’t. Quit playing games and hand over the rest of the potion.” He lets go of one of my wrists to reach out to her.
I slap him as hard as I can, my palm stinging from the impact.
He roars and grips my wrist again, this time so hard I fear my bones might crack.
A scream of pain rips from me.
“Ugh!” Tinker Bell reaches behind her and pulls out a small vial. “Here. Give it to her. I can’t stand to hear her ugly voice.”
Peter yanks my wrists above my head and pins them in place with one of his hands. Then he grabs the vial from Tinker Bell and pulls the stopper with his teeth.
“Drink it.” He presses it to my lips.
I turn my head as far as I can.
“Moira, drink it.” He squeezes my wrists against each other, his pressure increasing until tears swim in my vision. “I’ll hurt you so much worse than this if you keep disobeying me.” He bares his teeth. “Is that what you want?”
My wrists hurt so badly, but I keep my lips shut tight.
“Fuck!” Peter takes the vial and drinks it.
Tinker Bell gasps.
I do too.
That’s when I realize he didn’t swallow whatever is in his mouth. He kisses me hard, his tongue swiping into my mouth and delivering the poison onto my lips and deeper.
I fight him and try to spit, but he pulls back and clamps a hand over my mouth and nose. “Swallow, Moira.”
My breath is caught in my chest, and I can taste the syrupy sweetness of the potion. It seems to grow, filling my mouth until there’s nothing I can do. I have to swallow. It’s the only way for me to breathe again.
It rolls down my throat, coating it like a spoonful of cough syrup.
Peter removes his hand, and I sputter and cough to try and get rid of the potion. But it’s too late.
My head goes hazy, my body relaxing.
I stare up at Peter.Peter. Funny name for a person. Sort of like Dick. Or Johnson. A slight giggle escapes me.
He lets up on my wrists but stays on top of me, resting on one of his elbows as he cups my face. “Hi.”
“Hi.” I smile up at him.
Tinker Bell flits away, though I don’t remember her being in the room.
“What’s going on?” I ask. “Oh, no!”
“What?” he asks.
“You’re hurt?” I run my fingers across his reddened cheek. “What happened?”
“I took care of it.” He kisses my forehead.
I love it when he kisses me. “Peter. You’re so good to me.” I move my legs, spreading them so he can nestle between them.
