Pitch held your throat against the wall of what was supposed to be your new room, but by the looks of things it was going to be your tomb. Would Pitch do that? End your life? All you could do now is wait and see.
You couldn't breathe much, but you could still squeeze out a few words while you could, ''Now, now Pitch...'' you said, giving him a mischievous smile, ''After all you dared me to do it.''
He looked even more furious now, he tightened his grip and growled, staring into your eyes.
Then for a moment everything had ceased and his face, as well as his grip, had loosened; He went from absolutely enraged, to a regretful and sad look, and he let you go; you fell to the floor coughing and gasping, greedily taking in fresh air.
You looked up to see Pitch, he looked like he was about to say something, but couldn't, he then rushed out the door like he was ashamed of what he had just done, and door closed behind him; You were not sure if he locked this time though.
You had a thought about what would happen if you called out for Jack a second time, but you didn't really want to do that anyway.
''Let's have a look at this place then, '' you said to yourself, getting to your feet; After all, it was put together for you.
The walls and carpet were a light grey with working lights, ''How did Pitch get electricity down here?''

The room had a bed, vanity, wardrobe, shelves, a full-length mirror and bedside tables.
You walked up to the bed first; The frame was made of black marble, wired with black steel roses; The bed covers were f/c silk, which looked beautiful among the steel roses; You decided to try the mattress out. You sat down on it and bounced up and down, and then took your shoes off to lay on it properly, ''Oh! This feels good...'' You could have fallen asleep if you were not curious about everything else in the room.
Everything else was made of black wood. You opened the drawers full of pens, paper, books and... wait a minute... these were your books you had at home. Your phone and laptop were here too, and those were your pens; You quickly ran over to the wardrobe next; It was your wooden wardrobe, only black. Inside was no mistaking it, your clothes were here too. You couldn't believe it! Pitch had moved everything you owned here, How did you not see it before?
Everything except the bed was yours, just black. The more you looked around the more you recognized things that were yours. You were about to scream in outrage, ''How dare he move my things without asking, or at least telling me.''
Just then something different caught your eye; You looked again to see a doorway hidden behind some f/c curtains; You moved in closer for a better look.
You pushed the curtains aside to find... ''A kitchen!'' It was beautiful and it had a fridge, stove, table, chairs and everything else that comes with a kitchen. You looked in the pantry and the fridge to find they were both filled with delicious looking food. ''How did Pitch manage this?'' You were so excited.
Then you spotted another curtain on the other side of the kitchen. It was another curtain, ''What could be behind...'' ''you pulled apart the curtains to find... ''A bathroom!'' The bath was huge, and there was also a toilet and sink, ''How did Pitch get plumbing down here?'' Was this a dream? This new, little place was more luxurious than your own home!
''Pitch...'' you looked back to when you said you didn't want to come in here, Pitch was probably excited to show you, but he didn't have to drag you here like a child, he should have said something.
''Maybe I could live here after all, '' you mumbled. You thought of upsides: ''free rent, free electricity...'' Then you looked at downsides: ''Lack of freedom, lack of sunlight...''
''Maybe I can come to terms with Pitch...What were you saying? Why are am I here to begin with? Come to terms? Pitch is not my dad, he is a guy that kidnapped me when I was just taking a walk!''
Either way, you won't be leaving anytime soon, you looked around and the place, smiling, ''Well... If you were going to get kidnapped, this is the ideal way to do it, '' You thought you definitely had to thank Pitch, next time you saw him.
''What should I do first? A hot bath would be perfect right now.''
You looked in the cupboard that looked like it would be holding towels. Not only did you find towels, to your delight you also found bubble bath.

After you got out of the bath, you wrapped the towel around you, planning to make your way across the kitchen and back into your bedroom, to get changed into your pajamas.
As you came into the kitchen, you heard Pitch's voice, ''I take it you are pleased with the place, '' You screamed and quickly switched on the light to find Pitch, leaning back in a kitchen chair, throwing an apple up and down with one hand, ''Enjoy your bath?'' he said; This situation was a bit awkward considering you only had a towel on.
''P-Pitch, I didn't hear you come in, '' you said, making sure you were fully covered.
He examined the apple, ''No one ever does. That's the point, '' he put the apple back in the fruit bowl and stood up, looking around the kitchen.
''Oh yeah! I wanted to tell you something, Pitch'' you said, remembering you really wanted to thank him for the place.
Pitch looked down, ''I uh... wanted to tell you something too, '' he said, before walking over to you, but he was avoiding looking at you. Was he was mad at you, or was he just being a gentleman? There was a long uncomfortable silence between you two... This was really awkward now.
''Pitch...'' you started nervously, ''I wanted to thank you for doing all this for me, I feel a lot more comfortable now and I wanted to let you know... that I don't plan on escaping any time soon.''
Pitch looked up at you with a very surprised expression, like he was not expecting you to say that at all, his mouth grew into a smile and laughed happily, ''I'm very glad to hear that.''
You then cut him off, ''But.. I have conditions.'' Pitch's smile turned into a concerned frown.
You continued, ''I agree to live here, but I need to get out sometimes; For example work, visiting friends and shopping, etc. I wish I didn't have to do these things sometimes, but they are basic human needs. I promise that I plan on being here most of the time.''
Pitch turned around clenching his fists, he obviously didn't like this idea, but surely having you here most of the time was better than not having you here at all. His body language became calmed and he turned back around, ''I suppose I can agree with those terms'', he said.
You were excited to hear this and you smiled at him, ''Thank you again. So... what did you want to tell me?'' you asked him.
Pitch's face went back to the way it was before you said the conversation started.
Pitch tried to speak; Whatever it was, it was driving him mad, ''Y/n... I... er...'' he growled with frustration and continued ''Y/n, I...Why can't I talk normally?'' he said, frustrated with himself.
You smiled at ho mockingly, ''That usually happens when you are afraid of something.''
Pitch looked like he was just insulted ''Afraid? Me? Do you forget who you are talking to?''
You walked up to him slowly and gave him a kiss on the cheek and whispered in his ear, ''Prove it then, ' ' You stepped back to your previous position, now looking at a very surprised Pitch Black.
Pitch straightened himself and put his hands behind his back and gathered words in his head; he sighed, ''Y/n... I feel like you deserve an apology for earlier. I had dared you to do that, thinking you wouldn't and I was out of line for what followed. I am very sorry,' ' He said it like a soldier, proudly and without eye contact. You were surprised none the less.
Pitch smiled at you, ''That is the only 'sorry' that will ever come out of my mouth, so enjoy it.''
You laughed, ''I forgive you, '' you thought this went really well and felt that couldn't have gone any better.
You looked around the kitchen, and said ''Pitch... Would you like to stay for dinner? You brought me some really good things that will make a tasty dinner, would you like some?''
Pitch looked at you, then at the kitchen interested, ''That is a nice thought y/n, but I don't feed on these kinds of things.'' That's right... Pitch only needs fear to survive. You giggled to yourself,
You giggled to yourself, ''Well... maybe If I ate while being really scared...'' you mumbled.
Pitch cut you off with a big laugh, ''Interesting plan, but no. It's alright, You enjoy your dinner and I will see you tomorrow,' '. You were disappointed to hear was going instead of having dinner with you; He stepped closer and put his hand on your cheek, ''And don't worry about nightmares. I will tell them not to bother you as long as you stay here.''
Pitch started heading for the exit and you followed to see him out, as he reached for the door handle he had stopped to realize something,''Oh, I almost forgot!'' he opened the door and turned around to face you, ''Y/n, would you like to come with me tomorrow night?''
You gave him a confused look, ''To where?'' you asked him, ''Oh! To watch you scare people in their sleep. Yeah, I suppose that will be an interesting experience...sure.''
Pitch nodded, ''Great, I will say goodnight then,' ' He was about to close the door then he saw the lock on the door; He looked at you, then stared back at it angrily; He then grabbed it and broke it off with one hand, ''Guess I won't be needing this anymore. Goodnight y/n!'' he closed the door and he was gone.
''He trust's me?'' you whispered to yourself. This was all very exciting, you had earned Pitch's trust and he had earned yours.
You remembered kissing him on the cheek and blushed at the thought, ''Why did I do that? Do I have a crush on Pitch Black?''