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*A/N: This is about 3 years after the movie and they are in Pitch's Palace!

Jack's eyes painfully fluttered open. What happened? His fevered brain couldn't remember. His hands were tied roughly behind the wooden chair he was sitting in along with his ankles tied to the legs of the chair. His eyes scanned his surroundings trying to figure out where he was. The room was dark and empty; the only thing occupying it was himself. There were no doors, no windows, no other way for one to get in or out of the room. It was like dimension of darkness that someone would be trapped in during a nightmare. Was that what this was… a nightmare? If it was, it was the most painful and realistic Jack had ever experienced.

"Hello?" Jack called terrified as he fought against the dark ropes binding his bruised hands and ankles.

The shadows in the room seemed to shift and move each time the winter spirit writhed in his bindings. Jack felt a sharp, stabbing pain around his abdomen as he stopped squirming in his seat. He looked down to inspect himself, and what he saw sent a piercing chill up his back. His blue hoodie was drenched in dark crimson and was shredded at the stomach, revealing what appeared to be rows of deep, bleeding gashes, like he had been clawed at by something with razors for fingernails. His pant legs had been torn up even more than they were before and his feet were scratched up and burned. Jack's hair was matted to his soaked forehead and his bottom lip was split and bleeding.

A chill shot up Jack's back as a cold, familiar laugh echoed in the empty room.

"Pitch," Jack yelled at the darkness.

Sure enough at the sound of his name, the Nightmare King emerged from the shadows in the room and slowly approached the winter spirit, grinning sadistically as he watched him struggle with his bindings.

"I won't fight against them so much, Jack… struggling will only make them tighten more."

Jack looked down at his bindings and saw that they were writhing around his hands and ankles. They weren't ropes at all, but nightmare sand that was cutting into his wrist.

"Did I do this, Jack?" Pitch asked softly as he gripped the winter spirit's sharp chin and ran his thumb along his bloody bottom lip, "Must have. I was right about you… you really do know how to have fun!"

"Don't talk like that, Pitch," Jack coughed out, sputtering blood that had been collecting in his mouth.

"Oh, but you love when I talk like this," Pitch said digging his sharp nails into Jack's cheek as he gripped his face, "Especially after all the fun we've had over the past few days!"

Jack's eyes went wide with terror. What did Pitch do to him? Where did all of these scars and bruises come from? Pitch sneered at the boy's reaction to what he had said. He weaved a thin, spidery hand through Jack's frosty hair as he shut his eyes and looked away from the Nightmare King, not being able to bear the sight of him.

"It's very rude to not look people in the eye," Pitch warned Jack, his nails digging even deeper in his cheek, but he refused to meet the nightmare king's eyes.

Frustrated, Pitch slashed his hand over the winter spirit, causing the Nightmare sand to disintegrate and Jack to fall from the chair and to his knees, weak and dazed. Pitch immediately grabbed Jack by the throat and slammed him against the dark wall, pinning his hands above his head with one hand and pushing him all the way up against the wall with the other.

"You will look me in the eyes when I speak to you, Frost," Pitch commanded the spirit through clenched teeth.

Jack unwillingly turned his head to face the Nightmare king as a sick, twisted smile crept onto his face, "Now isn't that much better?"

Pitch's cold hand pried itself from Jack's neck and lifted his bloody hoodie, revealing his strong chest and his injured abdomen. Pitch sneered and began tracing the winter spirit's injured wound with his free hand as Jack screamed at the searing pain.

"It really has been wonderful having you here all to myself," Pitch whispered in Jack's ear sending a chill down his back, "I've loved the time we've spent together. You are quite the little teaser!"

"What did you do to me you sick bastard?" Jack screamed, his voice filled with fear.

"That's it Jack, scream all you want! Let it all out! I love it. I haven't heard such miraculous and genuine screaming in so long. It's music to my ears. You've given me so much pleasure over the past few day because of that wonderful fear you've felt… it's simply intoxicating to me. It has fueled me and given me energy like no other person's has done before… it's what makes you so special to me, Jack," Pitch whispered sensually against Jack's thin neck, his breath tickling the winter spirits ear.

Jack winced as his name escaped Pitch's lips; it sounded twisted and unfamiliar.

"Why are you doing this? What is the point of keeping me here?" Jack cried as tears of both physical and mental pain began to well up in his eyes.

"As much as I've loved your company for the past few days, I've also been using you as bait for the other Guardians. You see, over the past few years I have been silent and absent from all the children's dreams. All this time that I wasn't out spreading my fear or giving children nightmares, I've been here, plotting and waiting patiently for the just the right moment to strike at the very core foundation of the Guardians. I am using you as a sort of hostage, if you will, so that when the Guardians come for you, and they will, I will demolish the very thing they each strive to protect and what they put into the world," Pitch sneered at the very thought of his victory, "In other words… their center!"

Jack couldn't believe what he was hearing! Giving the children nightmares or spreading fear was one thing, and it wasn't anything they couldn't handle, but threatening to literally break the centers of the Guardians was just unimaginable.

"How do you expect to break our centers, Pitch?" Jack asked, terrified of what his answer would be.

"Oh, don't you worry about that. I've got plans for every one of you, and each of you will suffer! I'll start with North, then I'll move to the rabbit, then sandman, then you little girlfriend," Pitch laughed as he traced Jack's jawline with his lips, "And then you. But the best part of it all is you'll be there to watch it all happen!"

Jack couldn't listen anymore. He screamed as he thrashed against the wall, trying to pry his hands free from Pitch's cold grip. Pitch just pressed his body against the winter spirits and laughed maliciously. Jack's mind as spinning with so many burning questions that he was afraid he would find out the answers too soon. What "plans" did Pitch have for the other guardians? Was he planning on torturing them like he had been doing to him for the past few days?

"I think it's time you went back to sleep. I wouldn't want you looking tired when the guardians arrive," Pitch sneered as he laced his fingers into Jack's hair and smashed his head against the cold wall, causing him to drop in a heap to the floor.

"Sleep well, Jack," Pitch cooed softly to the spirit as his eyes unwillingly drifted shut, unbeknownst of the nightmares that were waiting to plague his mind.