Utter terror filled me as the darkness closed in once again. Over the time I had spent here in this dark prison I'd given up any hope of rescue or escape, my suppressed moans becoming screams as my hope and will to live quickly left me. There would be no running, my legs couldn't even help me stand, let alone walk out of this place. I didn't even know where to start running from. I couldn't even remember how I had gotten here. Tears slid down my face in a steady stream as I lay motionless on the ground waiting for the nightmare to come.
My captor stepped out of the shadows. Jack Frost stood before me once again, bloodied staff in hand. He cackled at my motionless body laying before him. This spirit had once seemed harmless, but now I knew him for what he really was. He lifted the staff above his head and brought it down on my side where it hit with a sickening crunch. Pain exploded along my side, bringing a scream to my mouth. "Tsk, tsk." the smile on his lips was just enough to make me cringe, "Thinking we can escape to a nightmare just yet darling? Now, now. We both know that you haven't had a beating yet. Can't let that happen now can we?"
The fear just kept coming, I had to stay strong, I couldn't let this monster see he had almost broken me. I managed a sneer and drawing upon as much hate and loathing as I could, I spit on the ground by his feet. "You son of a bitch. Is that all you've got?" for some reason this seemed to please him. His smile grew even more and he cackled again.
"Wonderful! This is going to be even better than I thought! Breaking you will be incredible fun!" he seemed delighted at the prospect of breaking me. The feeling of hopelessness was back, bringing me down a whole new level of pitiful. A sob escaped my throat and I crashed to the ground as the last small bit of energy was sucked from my veins. The staff came down again, this time finding my head. Lights danced before my eyes and I brought my head down, cracking it on the blood-covered floors. Jack laughed and slowly drew a knife from his hoodie pocket. He had used this countless times before to carve his name into my back.
I felt the white hot pain as the knife sliced through the scars again. I screamed, tears flowing from my eyes. Soon my whole body felt numb, throbbing with new pain. My body threw itself into convulsions, which had started occurring more frequently now that Jack had thought to start using the knife.
He finished on my back and then bent down and started slicing into my arms. I barely felt the blood as it streamed down my arm. I must have lost to much blood, because Jack had started easing up on the cutting. He stood up and pulled a cloth from his pocket, wiping the knife clean of blood.
Putting the knife away he bent down and looked into my eyes. A darkness clouded my vision and I slid from one torture to another. I braced myself for the nightmares.
I stood beside Jack in a small dark room. A small boy sat in a chair before us, looking mortally terrified. At first I thought he must be another one of the torture victims of Jack's, but then I realized that he wasn't looking at Jack. He was looking at me. Without my telling it to, I started to summon the powers that I thought Jack had taken away from me, with bewilderment I watched as my arm moved itself and aimed at the child. I screamed and closed my eyes as I fired a blast of fire at the innocent boy. I could hear the sickening sizzle of burned skin before the scene could change.
I now sat in a chair, my arms and legs bound tightly, and a gag in my mouth. I watched in agony as my mother's body was burned at the stake, with Jack Frost watching.
The scene changed and I found myself drowning in a river, my parents faces frantic as they tried to save me. I let myself drown. I watched as my body began to sink to the ground. My skin fell away from the rest of me, leaving a pile of bones at the bottom of the river.
I woke up shaking and panting after many other horrible nightmares had invaded my mind. Jack stood above me, looking pleased with himself. An awful smirk played on his lips as he bent down to my eye level, "There we are darling. How do you feel now?" I was going to kill that bastard. Kill him for taking pleasure in my fear and torture.
"The second I get out of these chains, I'm going to rip out your throat." I spat at his feet even knowing that I would never escape. I had given up all hope the moment I had seen the nightmare of myself in my worst fears, my parents watching me die drowning in a river.
Jack laughed, "Have I broken you so soon, pet?" I hated his names, "We were only beginning!" a look of mock disappointment crossed his face. "Maybe not though...you still seem to have some bite to your bark. I'll see you tomorrow then!" he clapped his hands and turned to leave the room.
I summoned what little energy I had, which wasn't much, and pulled against the chains, tears running down my face as the cuffs cut into my wrists. "Just...just...just let me go...please." I sobbed, unable to remain strong anymore. Let him hurt me, I prayed he would just get it over with already and just kill me. I landed with a thud onto the floor, my head lolling to the side, attached to the rest of me by almost nothing.
For a moment I thought I caught a look of panic register on Jack's wretched face. Then he smiled, "Let you go? Now why in the world would I do that?" I sobbed again, unable to stop myself.
"Just kill me already!" I tried to shout, but it sounded like a soft croak in the back of my throat.
Jack strode over to me and stroked my face, "Now why in the world would I want to kill you my dear?" I didn't understand. If he didn't want to kill me, what did he want? Fear overtook me. If he didn't want to kill me, what sick thing was he planning for me? What had he meant when he'd said countless times that we were "just getting started."? I started sobbing again. There was no hope for me, no one was coming to save me, why had I even thought someone would in the first place? There was no one on earth who even knew or cared that I existed. This must be what it felt like to be broken. I tried as hard as I could to push the thoughts away, but I couldn't find a optimistic side to this. I would be damned to live out the rest of my days here, if it was even considered living.
Jack started laughing again, as if he could read my thoughts. I no longer cared what he said, no longer cared of my fate. All I knew was that I was going to die a long and painful death. "You see, my dear," Jack continued, "I just want to feel your fear. There is no fear quite like the fear of pain." he smiled and stroked my cheek lightly, "You are so afraid of me, you are like a never ending pool of fear. I could keep you here forever and you'd never run out of fear. Unfortunately, when I break you, you'll just be as worthless as the rest of my servants. Although you do seem to have some untapped potential...maybe you're ready for my machine." he paused, seeming to consider this, though he said nothing more.
I was terrified. Whatever this machine was, it didn't sound good. Jack smiled and left the room without another word, leaving me alone in the awful dark room now painted with fresh blood. I felt sick. Whatever tomorrow would bring would happen and there was no stopping it now. I would just have to wait and find out.