Weeks passed, without a glimpse of Pitch. I was starting to lose my mind. It got really bad when I saw something dart in the corner of my eye and my nightmare got excited. It became loud and galloped around like it couldn't control itself. There was never any proof that anything was there, but there wasn't any proof that there wasn't either. The worst was when fear's icy grip loosened on my stomach for a moment, and then black sand would land on my cheeks again.

It wasn't just sight memories anymore, but full body sensation. Yesterday the chains were heavy on my arms again. This morning, the sand cut into my skin. The wounds were scarred over, but such horrible scars were left. I'd catch myself scratching them sometimes and stop myself immediately. I think the nightmare could feel my desire to get rid of those scars, so it would bite at them and tear the bubbled skin away. It looked confused and hurt when I pushed it away. It's yellow eyes shone like a kicked puppy's.

I would try to treat it like a kicked puppy, but it would grow hateful and keep away from me. As soon as I thought of Pitch, it would come back, happy as ever, like nothing had happened. The little thing confused me so much, but all I wanted was to be near it. Somehow, it made me feel safe.

The others have tried to come and talk to me, but I only end up angry and I leave. I just leave to wherever they won't look for me. Although it has become increasingly difficult to avoid everyone. By everyone, I mean Bunny. Tooth, North, and Sandy have all gotten the message to stay the hell away from me. Bunny keeps on pestering and ambushing me. He chases me to the coldest parts of the world, yelling at me to talk to him. I would think he would have gotten the message by now.

"Jack! Stop running from me!" Bunny called from the ground. I could only see him as a small dot through the cloud of white. He followed me to Antarctica to try and get me to talk.

I flew down, landing only a few centimeters away from him, my face set into a scowl. "Why are you following me!? Can't you see I want to be alone?!" I screamed over the howling wind.

He stopped in shock, but kept his face stern, "Why should I leave you alone?!"

I pushed his shoulders as hard as I could. He only stumbled a step back. "Because I want to be alone?!"

"Why?! So you can coddle that thing?!" he yelled, pointing at the nightmare poking its head out of my pocket. I pushed it back inside, looking away from Bunny. It wasn't completely true. I just didn't want to face any of my friends like this.

"I don't coddle it," I argued back, crossing my arms over my chest, "It just doesn't talk back." I could feel Bunny force air out of his lungs, like he was trying to control his temper. He doesn't understand why I'm rejecting him and he's reacting like a child. How am I more levelheaded than him? He reached into the pocket of my hoodie and pulled out my nightmare by the neck. It whinnied helplessly in Bunny's grip. "Put him down!" I ordered, trying to jump after it.

Bunny only pulled it out of my reach and held onto me with his other hand. "Why are you even keeping this?! Isn't it just a reminder of what happened?! A sick gift from Pitch?!" I tried to listen to him yell at me, I really did, but all I could hear was my nightmare's pathetic whinnies. They were barely audible in this blizzard, but they tore through me. "Are you even listening to me or are you worrying about your stupid pet?!" Bunny spat in my face, dragging my attention away from my nightmare.

"It's not just a pet!" I screamed back, jumping after it again. Bunny was angry, very angry. I didn't know a nightmare could get scared, but it moved around frantically to try and find some footing. Bunny looped it around his head before tossing it onto the ground as hard as he could, with one of his feet stomping down on it after.

I froze in place, horrorstruck. "You need to move on Jack!" he shouted, twisting his foot around, crunching the snow. I fell to my knees, my eyes focused on that foot, trying to see what was underneath it. "Keeping this will only make you dwell on what happened! Now get over it!"

Fear tore through me again. I crawled towards Bunny's foot, trying to get underneath it. "No," Bunny said, putting more weight onto his one leg, "We're going to leave this here. And we're going to leave, together."

Blood roared in my ears, cutting off anything else he might have said to me. I gripped onto my staff tightly and swung it towards him, making him fly back. The last thing I saw of him was his green eyes wide in surprise. His figure disappeared into white.

My nightmare lay in the snow, mostly flat. It heaved with the necessity of breath, trying to get up. I carefully scooped the snow underneath it, trying to pick it up. It was about half its original size, the rest of it lying in the snow. I clutched it to my chest, tears pouring down my face.

Some of the sand whirled up because of the wind and landed on my cheek. I didn't freeze up this time and I wasn't bombarded with horrible memories. All I could hear was a faint, taunting, "Jack." I sucked in a deep breath harshly, scared of what that implied. Only Pitch could help my nightmare.

It tried to move in my arms again, but looking at it, it was missing an ear, three legs entirely, with the fourth almost gone all the way up to the knee, and most of its rear end. I didn't know the magic that Pitch used on this creature, so I can't help it. Only Pitch can. "Jack!" Bunny's voice called through the storm. I needed to make a decision now.

Do I want to forget this nightmare, or fix it? I took one more look at it and flew off.

"Pitch!" I screamed when I landed beside my pond again. Silence only greeted me. "I know you're out there! Show yourself!" Pitch materialized from the shadows of the trees. He wiped some excess snow off his robes, looking bored.

"You rang?" he drawled, leaning against the tree beside him casually.

I ran up to him, which made him look very confused, "I need you to fix it." Now he looked even more confused. I held up the nightmare to him, to which he smiled evilly at.

"Why would you want me to fix it? It looks like you went through great trouble to kill it and to make sure it suffered too."

A cold spear shot through my gut at 'suffered'. "I didn't do this," I replied quickly, sounding hysterical, "It was Bunny!"

He gave me a pointed look. "So you'll let just anyone touch what is yours?"

"Pitch please!" I begged, tears forming again, "I'll do anything!" He continued to look disinterestedly at me, causing me to start crying. Now I'll truly be alone.

Pitch made a clicking sound and made me look up at him. He licked my cheeks, collecting all the tears. It burned, but I couldn't move. "You know I can't refuse your crying face," he leaned in next to my ear, "You know what your tears do to me." I shivered and tried to relax, but terror was preventing me from letting Pitch have what he wants. He's only using me. I should just let the nightmare go.

As if sensing my thoughts, it moved against my chest, nuzzling it as best it could. "I'll do anything," I repeated, "But you have to fix it."

"Negotiating, even now?" Pitch smirked, bemused. I stared at him. "Fine," he chuckled, wrapping his cold arm around my waist. "Leave your staff," he ordered. I dropped it without a second thought.

Next thing I knew, we were in Pitch's lair. He scooped the nightmare out of my hands and left it on a relatively flat rock. It lay there complacently, its chest moving shallowly. I let myself get lead away by Pitch, but my eyes stayed focused on my nightmare until I couldn't see it anymore.

I turned to look where he brought me and froze to my spot. That dirty, gray mattress sat in front of me, all the sheets still rumpled lazily. Pitch sat on the edge of the bed and smirked at me. "Are you going to run away?" he asked with a condescending tone. I gulped loudly and shook my head, but I still couldn't move from my spot. "Come over here," Pitch ordered lightly, pointing at the floor between his legs.

I let out a shaky breath and forced myself to kneel in front of him. His hand stroked the top of my head gently, making my stomach twist in discomfort. "You're going to do whatever I say?" My heart stopped in fear, dropping into my stomach. Was I really going to let him do anything?

I thought of the dying nightmare in the other room and swallowed my pride. "Yes," I answered, my voice cracking. I didn't see it, but I could feel Pitch's face break into a sinister smile. Suddenly I felt very scared. He gripped my hair and made me look up at him. My feelings were right. A sinister leer was settled on his lips, making my body go colder than it normally is.

His hand slipped into his robes and he pulled out his flaccid, grey penis. I could only stare at it, my brain trying to comprehend what I was supposed to do. "Use your mouth," he ordered helpfully, an angry edge to his voice.

My breathing trembled once more before I gripped at the base of his cock and put my mouth over the limp flesh. A large breath of air left Pitch's lungs. He was probably surprised that I did it without arguing. The flesh slowly became harder in my mouth and Pitch's grip increased on the back of my head, forcing me farther down his hardening cock. I tried as best as I could to accommodate him, but tears started flowing down my cheeks.

My tongue slipped over the tip, collecting a bead of pre-come. I pulled away, gagging at the taste. The fingers at the base of my neck pulled my hair tighter clearly displeased. "You don't stop until I tell you to," he growled angrily, forcing me back down.

This time, he pushed me down until my nose pressed against the black hair at the base. I choked around the penis, trying to pull off, but Pitch was too strong. He stood up, making me sit up higher on my knees, placed his other hand on the side of my head and started thrusting into my mouth.

Tears ran down my face and my jaw started to ache, but I stopped trying to force him to stop. I made a promise. I can't walk away now. His thrusts picked up their pace until he shoved himself as far as he could down my throat and came hard. My eyes went wide and I tried to force him off of me. The semen trickled down my throat, making my stomach twist dangerously.

He pulled out so that the tip was at my lip and let the last few drops land on my tongue. The salty taste exploded across my tongue, making me feel sick. He took a step back, looking pleased with himself and walked away from me. I fell onto my hands and retched, but nothing came out. My arms collapsed underneath me, making me land harshly on my elbows.

I coughed loudly, spitting onto the ground. One part of my mind contemplated licking at the ground to get the taste out of my mouth, but I wouldn't give Pitch the satisfaction. I sat up, trying to sit as straight as I could and stared straight ahead. That has to be it. Pitch has never come more than once. "Take off your clothes and get on the bed," his cold voice ordered from behind me.

I spun around, making my stomach spin, but I swallowed the bile and yelled at him, "We're done here! I've done what you wanted!" Pitch only looked amused.

He leaned over me, so his face was inches from mine, and laughed, "You didn't actually believe that's all I wanted."

I pushed him back, too upset with him to comply now. Before I was scared, now I'm just pissed. "I'm leaving," I growled, pushing him away and standing up.

"So you're just going to let your nightmare die? Even when you begged for my help?" he asked, amusement coloring his voice. I froze in place, thinking about the nightmare it took only a short time for me to fall in love with.

I closed my eyes tightly, fighting back tears, "Yes."

"Fine." His voice sounded too calm, too composed. I couldn't move from my spot, but my mind yelled at me to move, to run as fast and as far away as I could. My body was suddenly picked up in the air and spun around until I landed harshly on the bed. I landed on my hands and knees, bouncing slightly. The sudden movement made me feel a little dizzy, so I didn't move off right away.

Heavy sand twisted around my wrists and pulled them towards the headboard. I looked at them in fear, trying to pull them away. Pitch's body pressed firmly against my back as he loomed over me, his hands reaching farther to lie over my hands. "Don't do that," he cooed into my ear, "you wouldn't want your wounds to open up again." His tongue pressed hotly onto my neck, burning me almost immediately. I cried out, trying to move away from his mouth, but his body and the sand kept me firmly in place.

"Let me go Pitch! We had a deal!" I cried out, tears collecting in the corners of my eyes. I tugged at the restraints anyways, thinking the sand might come loose on its own.

He moved his hands down my body, obviously giving up on stopping me from wrecking my wrists again, until they rested on my hips. His bony fingers pressed into my hipbones, causing me to twist in pleasure for some reason. I bent my head down to look at my own hipbones in horror. That shouldn't be pleasurable.

Pitch chuckled and repeated the action, making me squirm again. Then his fingers slipped under my pants, pulling them off my hips easily. "Your skin is so white Jack. It makes me want to mark it up," Pitch spoke sweetly, confusing me.

I could feel his hot breath hovering over my ass and I tried to move away, but his cold hands kept me in place. His tongue traced over the small of my back, right over my ass. It burned like fire and I screamed accordingly.

He might have tried to say something to me, or have laughed at me, but I couldn't stop screaming as long as his tongue was on my body. His fingers moved down to tease my entrance while he kissed over the globes of my butt. I pulled my body towards the headboard, away from his touch. It was only for a second, but there was still the lingering burn, but relief at the same time. I let out a sigh, trying to catch my breath. He followed me, leaving me nowhere else to go.

This time his tongue rubbed against the sensitive opening there, making me scream louder than before. I could feel Pitch laugh at me, the vibrations running through me. Pitch continued to tease and poke at the entrance, his fingers joining in shortly after.

I don't know how long he continued that, but it felt like forever. It could have been a few minutes though. All my muscles relaxed as soon as Pitch moved away from my body. Again, there was a lingering burn, but relief. Tears of relief fell off my face, but same with tears of fear. I know that he's not done yet.

The head of his erection pushed at my burnt opening. It stung more than usual. "Don't," I begged, trying, in vain, to move away from him. He just gripped onto my hips to hold me into place. His hands didn't stay on my hips too long. One roamed up my back, stroking the skin hidden by my sweater, while the other stroked down my thigh and left my body. This time, it took no time for him to push into me fully.

I screamed out in pain, gripping at the headboard. It hurt so much more than the other times and he didn't give me any time to adjust. He just started thrusting in and out as fast as he could. I cried and pushed my forehead against the dirty pillows underneath me, letting him do what he wanted to me. My tears ran down my face, making the pillows wet beneath me. "Aren't even going to beg me to stop?" Pitch asked, his voice rough.

I couldn't even respond to him because there was too much pain. The only sound that escaped from my mouth was pained groans. My grip tightened on the headboard, trying to cancel out the pain in its own way. Pitch only leaned over me, sinking deeper inside me, and caused me to scream out once again. Not only could I feel his thrusts, but I could also hear them and it made the experience all the more horrible.

"This is no fun." Pitch grumbled, speeding up. Then he dug his fingernails into my thighs, breaking through the skin easily.

"Stop!" I cried, trying to move myself away from him, "It hurts!"

His breath was cold on my neck and I could feel him smiling against the skin there, "Better."

It didn't take him long to finish. His thrusts became erratic then he suddenly stilled, emptying himself inside me. Again. Once he pulled out, I let my body go limp on the bed. My breath was a little labored, but I was able to calm down soon enough. I laid like that for a while, my hands still bound to the headboard. "Can you… uh?" I asked, motioning towards my hands, my throat scratchy.

Pitch sighed irritably, "Fine." Then the sand was gone. My hands fell onto the bed and I felt a lot heavier. "Here are your pants. Have some dignity," he spat, my clothes landing on my back. My eyes went wide. Dignity? Wasn't it his fault that I didn't have any?

I didn't want to fight though, who knows what else he'd do, so I sat up and slipped on my pants. He stood in the doorway, seeming to wait for me. I couldn't look up at him though. I was too scared. "Um… about the nightmare…"

Pitch snorted derisively and walked towards me. I froze when he knelt on the bed and forced me to look into his eyes. Cold hatred was all I saw. "You killed it, why should I replace something you wanted dead?"

I stared at him, disbelieving. "W-We had a deal," I argued back, "And I wanted it fixed."

His features dropped into a sinister smile. "What deal? You broke it."

"W-What?"

Pitch smiled at me one last time and stood up from the bed. He held a snow globe in his hand and he looked at it curiously. "You refused to do what I wanted. Our deal was off when you denied me. Your pet is dead," Pitch explained, his face twisting into a scary leer.

I thought about it and I could feel the world crumbling out from underneath me. He wasn't lying. Fresh tears poured down my face and I wrapped my arms around myself. I feel so dirty. Pitch tossed the orb, making the portal appear. I was crying to hard to make out where he opened the portal to, but I could see a lot of white. He tossed me through the portal, like he was taking out trash.

I landed face-first in a snow bank. My sobs were uncontrollable now. I curled my knees underneath me and cried. "Jack?" I froze at that jolly, Russian voice.

Pitch looked at the, now, pile of black sand sadly. He felt bad about the waste of effort, on his part, to create that creature to only have it killed. By that rabbit nonetheless. He growled at the idea of Bunnymud and ran his hand in the pile of black sand. It still hummed with magic.

His mouth quirked up at the edges, maybe it wasn't all a waste. He scooped up a handful and held it in front of him, thinking hard about what he wanted it to do. "Now, go and do it," he whispered to the sand and blew lightly.

The sand flew off his hand and swirled around in the air before breaking off and heading off in four different directions. Pitch couldn't help but chuckle at what his sand was going to do. He dissolved himself into the shadows, knowing that was going to be the only safe place for a while.