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Her nails dug into the dirt floor as an array of feelings passed through her. Guilt, shame, and an extreme amount of pain riddled her mind; excruciating pain. Her body was an assortment of bruises, old and fresh wounds, long ago healed scars, and red irritated skin. Electricity charged in the air before a high powered jolt shot though her. But she didn't make a sound- she couldn't. Weeks of torture made her voice go raw with overuse. Screaming didn't change anything anyway.
Darkness reached toward her with freezing cold hands but she could hardly flinch anymore. For 150 years she had roamed the world with little care for her surroundings. None of the other spirits paid much attention to her and she preferred it that way. At least until the day he came creeping by. Now she could only hope and wish somebody, anybody, might notice her sudden absence and start looking for her.
Just breathing wracked her small frame with pain. Escape was a lost dream; millions of failed tries made her finally give up, but she hated giving him the satisfaction of her despair. He loved to drink in her fear, the way she recoiled at the sound of his voice or the sight of his black shoes that blended in with the shadows so well. Light flickered from the tunnel of his entrance and she shut her eyes as the brightness blinded her. Pitch Black entered with a small lit torch and he was positively gleaming with child-like excitement.
"Let's get started."
Her screams echoed through the lair that night, so hoarse, that when everything was said and done a small pool of blood lay innocently in front of her face. Day and night blurred together in the passing shadows as she dealt with the ghosting pains of burns and other ailments. The sporadic jolts of electricity didn't help her healing process. Constant torture, lack of food and drink, sleep deprivation- she was slowly losing her sanity.
-3 Years Later-
The few hours of sleep she was able to get were riddled with nightmares and restlessness. Her senses dulled over time in the claustrophobic cage she was kept in. The rusty bars mocked her in her hour of consciousness before the pain induced activities would begin again. She felt suffocated by the stale air and could never smell anything but a mixture of dirt, blood, and her own fear but things were about to change. This time when Pitch entered the small cave in his vast underground tunnels, no pain came.
He leered disgusted at her, shifting from shadow to shadow. His nightmares pranced by the tunnel entrance while she just lay there, willing death to come but too stubborn to let it take her.
"Pitiful. Completely useless. I have no need for you anymore."
She was barely aware of what the nightmares were doing as the lifted her up and dragged her out of the lair. They dropped her in a random place and basically left her for dead. Her multi-colored eyes stared blankly up at the starry night sky. The moon shone brightly as its attention was brought to the nearly gone spirit. She blinked at how bright it was and couldn't help but think how beautiful it was- almost worth every day of torture to see again. Her vision began to fade and she tried to blink the nonexistent tears from her eyes. Broken body sprawled on the open earth as she let out her last breath, she couldn't help but think one last thought.
I'm still not broken.