✂ (Lets say Peter is mortal)
Send me ‘✂’ and my muse will kill yours. Right now. Brutally, horribly, bloody. Just do it.
Oswald had planned it the whole time. Planned to break and even murder this youth. He had somehow found a way to ensure he was mortal without any hope any magic would heal him. Pan was at his mercy and they both knew it. His teeth shown in a sick grin as he plunged his knife hard into the boy, slicing his stomach open and uncaring if the boy screamed or held firm to what pride he had left.
He cut and sliced at the boy’s skin, leaving deep wounds on his body that his enemies could just dream of. He would pull the squirming child closer to him and turn his weak form over. “You know Peter... if I break your back in just the right way.. you may never walk again. Well.. if you somehow live through this which is growing very slim.” And he stomped as hard as his good leg could force down, over and over until he heard the sickening snap of his spine breaking. “.. meaning you would never fly again. What better way to break a bird than take it’s wings and only reason for living.. Awww did you black out? That’s to bad...” He was just having fun. Oh well he still had ways to torture him but he was certain he broke the boy just by taking his flight