Chapter 2: The Nightmare

Jack struggled under the restraints as he tried to scream for help. Muffled grunts and groans were heard as Pitch unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants.

"Mmmph!" Jack screamed as he closed his eyes and tears fell from the corner of his eye. Pitch smirked at the winter spirit's fear.

What seemed like a few hours passed, and Pitch threw Jack in the corner of the room after standing up and buckling his belt. Jack, scared of what just happened previous, was sobbing softly under the black gag, a cold sweat glistening on his forehead, making his hair stick to his face.

"Oh Jack…I thoroughly enjoyed that…I hope you did too." Pitch said with a sick smirk. More muffled whimpers escaped from Jack, from behind the black gag. Pitch stepped closer to the immobilized winter spirit and grabbed him by his torn hoodie. "No use trying to escape…No one will hear you…or help you…" he said throwing Jack back down, and then heading for the door.

"Good Night…Sweet Jack. " He said shutting the door then the sand taking over Jack, making him be claimed by the darkness. While knocked out, a nightmare from Pitch was controlling him, making him squirm and sob in his sleep. It involved Pitch taking over the North Pole, and making the children terrified to even go outside. North, Bunnymund, Tooth, Sandy….where were they? In the nightmare it showed them all in cages, and Jack with them. They had lost the war…Pitch won… Jamie…He helped Pitch. That really crushed Jack to where it became unbearable. His eyes shot open and he looked around the room, sighing with relief. It was just a dream…But it wouldn't be for long if he didn't escape soon and defeat Pitch! Pitch slapped him and a huge hand print was left on Jack's bruised cheek.

"You're too fussy…Calm down before I hurt you more than you already are…" He warned Jack. Jack struggled more hoping Pitch would release him to do something worse, so he can try and sneak an escape, but boy was he wrong… Pitch smirked and snapped his fingers. Jack's head moved up so he would look at Pitch to see what was going down. But before he could look anywhere else, black sand covered his eyes and hardened.

"Mmpphhh! Mrrgh…" He groaned as he struggled to free himself. He let out another muffled cry and more sand wrapped around his whole body, restraining him so he couldn't move. Pitch smirked and put his foot on Jack's chest. "You're going to be broken…even if I have to kill you to do it…Now relax and be good for daddy…" He taunted as he picked Jack up and held him over his shoulder. Jack whimpered as Pitch started walking. He couldn't see or speak or even move. So he was rendered helpless. Many thought also raced through his head. Will he ever be saved? When will Pitch finally stop this nonsense? What awaited him when Pitch placed him down? Pitch laughed evilly as he slowly walked into a different room and slammed the steel door, after walking inside the room.