Jack was taking his turn scouting out Pitch's lair the day it had happened. The Guardians had wanted to make sure Pitch wasn't up to anything particularily unpleasant. That day, he hadn't even touched anything. He'd just been walking through.
Whether he touched something or not Pitch still sought to put him into a fitful sleep and stuff him into one of the canges hanging from the ceiling.
When Jack awoke Pitch was standing right in front of the cage on a ledge, twirling his staff around carelessly.
"Pitch? What're you doing?" he asked groggily whilst struggling to stand up.
"I'm just enjoying this find craftsmanship. You made this, did you not?"
Jack nodded dumbly.
"Pity." Then he crack the staff in two.
Jack doubled over, holding his stomach and when Pitch broke the top of the staff pain went screaming through his head making him collapse. "Please. Stop."
"Oh no Jack. We are just starting. I am never going to stop. You made me look like a fool. There is nothing I hate more than that." he snarled.
Jack curled into a ball. "They'll come and get me."
"You've already been here three days and I haven't seen a sign of your precious little Guardians."
"You're lying." Jack groaned through the pain.
"Why would I lie? There is absolutely no point in lying to you Jack. They simply don't care. Now, I have some things to do. I'll see you later." he smirked and vanished.
Jack looked around, sad to notice that he couldn't see a thing in front of his face. He was alone.