A/N: That's right, my friends, I'm back. I know it's been so long since I was writing. I was struggling greatly with school, family, and my anxiety. However, things are finally looking up and highschool has been pretty good so far.

I'm still working to rewrite Pitch's Old Comrade, and most likely the two chapters of Hiccup the Second (title will be changed, explanation will be put in chapter 1) and Death in a Journal will be updated if this story gets some good feedback.

There will also be a new story about one of my tumblr muses, my AU Jack Frost. It's gonna be perfect for you evil angst lovers like me :]

As will this one. This fanfiction was inspired by What it Takes to Shatter, torturing Jack by using his staff. I think the title speaks for itself. Phobos, from Pitch's Old Comrade, and his brother have had considerable character change since I stopped writing. I ask you all to look at Phobos with a fresh mind.

Phobos has become the scum of the earth. This story will be pretty gory, with mature continent (non-con, I'm sorry) and basically? Phobos' goal is to destroy Jack completely. So please, please pay attention to the author notes for warnings!

On to the story!

When Jack woke, his limbs felt weighed down, heavy, as if the air was trying to push him down on the floor. He knew he was awake, but still...something was gutwrenchingly wrong. He couldn't so much as twitch his toes, forced to lay on his side, his hands pulled uncomfortably behind his back, and his hipbone grinding painfully against the hard ground beneath him. His eyes were open, and he could see, but it was so dark, he could hardly make out a thing. All he could really figure was that the ground was warm, as was the heavy humid air, and it was making him feel nauseated.

Even his tongue felt like sand, his neck and shoulders stiff. He couldn't recall for the life of him how he'd gotten here, and as the confusion began to give way to fear, a door swung open from behind him. Dim light flooded in and Jack thought, for a moment, he was in a concrete basement. But no windows, and the walls and floor were too dark to be cement.

Jack wanted to scream, run, run far, far away when he saw what was in the room. A rack, chains, a small fire pit burning with coals and a tub of water balanced across the rocks encircling it. A table as well, but he couldn't see what was on it.

Oh God. Oh God, Oh God, Oh God...

That was about all his fuzzy brain could conjure up at the moment.

Jack closed his eyes again as he heard hiss like laughter, and soft foot steps behind him. "I can hear your heart...The sedative is wearing off, isn't it? Thank goodness. I was getting impatient. Oh, but you can't move yet, can you?"

The voice stopped behind him, and Jack couldn't turn his head to look, still paralyzed. "Good. That means I can chain you up right now, and you can't make trouble of it."

Jack felt large, long fingered hands grip his upper arms, wrapping around them completely as Jack was lifted off the floor. In the dark, he still only caught a glimpse of his captor's feet. Black dress pants, black dress shoes? What, did some cold blooded lawyer decide to take him home?

Ah. There's his snark. Good. That is a good sign.

Jack was carried on his captor's shoulder like a sack of flour, how humiliating. Was he really such a skinny little nothing that people could just carry him around?

Phobos walked across the room over to the wall, before dumping Jack onto the floor by it. Jack let out a muffled yelp as his body made impact, but still, he couldn't strain his eyes enough to look up at his captor. And he'd been dumped facing the wall. Phobos knelt down, unlocking the handcuffs binding Jack's hands, before grabbing one and pulling Jack off the ground, closing the iron restraint around his wrist, and locking it. As he did the same with the other hand, Jack felt a tingling sensation spread through his body. Maybe the paralysis was wearing off.

His toes were barely touching the ground now that he was chained with his back against the wall. Yet, Jack couldn't lift his head yet, forced to stare at his captor's shoes.

Bone white, thin, long fingers gripped his chin suddenly and tilted his head up. Jack could wiggle his toes and fingers now. But he didn't. No. He understood what people meant when they say frozen in fear.

Pitch wasn't frightening at all. No. He was dark and sinister, but Jack would never look at him and feel fear, not even the slightest twitch, as the monster in front of him made memories in his mind.

Phobos grinned, showing slightly pointed, ash gray teeth. He was tall, probably a little over six feet, and lean, his black suit fitting him snugly, perfectly sized. His nails were long, filed to points, and Jack felt them digging into his cheek.

Phobos' skin was whiter than bone, actually, stretched tight over his own bones, and even though he was lean, he was still bigger than Jack, broader chest and shoulders, and definitely a lot stronger. His eyes were wine red, with a film of white over them, and his hair was cut short, whiter than Jack's, his lips, nails, and eyelids blackening, eyes sunken and his head tilted curiously.

Jack felt the terror coil inside of him, twisting his innards into knots, making him feel as if this man had invented the sickening sensation of fear from the very beginning. Pitch was just playing with bad dreams and sleeping disorders, but this man...He destroyed thousands with just one seed of his power.

Pitch Black was an evil spirit with a vendetta against Jack.

Phobos was a dark god who just wanted some fun.

A/N Next chapter WILL BE UP SOON! This is a test run since I just came back and just to establish the villain. Basically: Phobos drugged Jack while Jack was asleep in the woods. That's why Jack can't move (some sedatives, dangerous and damaging kinds, cause sleep paralysis, and general paralysis) and is generally not doing anything except hyperventilating and by god, trying not to wet himself or something.

If you guys have trouble picturing Phobos, think Slenderman or Jack Skellington, he's like their relative they try not to talk about.

Cya soon!