Jamie-16, male.
Jack-died at 16 human years, female.
Sophie-10, female.
The first few chapters are not M rated. Rating at the top of every chapter.
Jamie-16, male.
Jack-died at 16 human years, female.
Sophie-10, female.
This chapter: *WARNING* This chapter is rated 'M'
Previously: He ripped the crystal from her neck and whispered, "We are going to have some fun Jack..." The Guardians picked up the pace following the dream sand and tried not to think about what Pitch might mean by 'having fun'.
Jack's POV
Jack tried to opened her eyes. Something had been tied around them. She stayed still and listened hard. She could hear someone breathing and soft shifting of fabtic-clothes, as if someone was pacing. The person sounded as if they were perhaps two meters away. Jack could feel she was lying down. She was on her back. Whatever she was lying on was soft but warm. It was uncomfortable without her crystal keeping her cool.
Footsteps echoed slightly as someone approached her.
Hot fingers trailed across her face. The fingers were rough and it took all Jack's will power not to flinch. She focused on breathing slowly in and out.
What she was lying on tilted slightly as she felt the other person sit down. They cupped her face with two hands. "Wake up Jackie". Jack stayed still but her heart lurched in fear. Pitch chuckled. He must have been able to notice her fear. Pitch stroked her face again.
She tried to squirm away from his touch but she could move her arms. They were above her head. She yanked then but they wouldn't move. Pitch must have tied her hands to something. Jack tried to move her legs. She could move those. However she could only move her legs till they were bent and her heels nearly touched her thighs. She stretched out her legs. Jack started to panic. Pitch chuckled and Jack tried to lift her head. Something around her throat stopped her from moving her neck more than a few centimetres.
She growled at Pitch, "Take this off my eyes" He laughed this time and said "If you insist" He ripped the covering on her eyes off and Jack opened her eyes. Then wished she hadn't.
Her ankles were tied with thick rope. More rope was around her neck and she guessed her wrists were tied with rope as well. She was tied to a bed. It was ash-grey with darker sheets and a black frame. But that wasn't the worst part.
Pitch was sat next to Jack. He was looking at her with that strange glint in her eyes. He was smirking. He had on his regular black clothes but he was also wearing a crown made of black sand. "I offered if you wanted to join me Jack" he said, stroking her cheek, "You could be my Ice Queen". He waved his free hand and a dainty crown made of dark sand appeared. A large amber stone was set in it at the front. It glowed sinisterly like the eyes of the nightmares. Jack intensified the glare she was directing at Pitch, "Never".
Pitch grinned, "Feisty as ever" he crooned. He trailed his hot fingers across Jacks jaw line and down her neck. She shivered at his touch. It nauseated her. He chuckled again and repeated it, except this time his fingers also drew an arc just below her collar bone. He kept tracing the arc, but making it larger till he was brushing the edge of her camisole. Jacks eyes widened in fear. She started squirming harder, trying to get away from Pitch, more desperately than before. Pitch laughed and leant over her. His breath tickled her ear as he said, "But you can't become my Queen just yet. You're not ready..." Jack couldn't become any paler, but her eyes grew wider and she froze. Her heart felt like someone had suddenly squeezed it with ice-cold fingers. She was terrified. Jack started thrashing around, trying to escape, as she realised what Pitch was inferring. She screamed as Pitch climbed onto the bed. He was on his hands and knees over her. His knees were either side of her waist and one of his hands were on the headboard. The other was training a finger down her side and along her waist. Jack tried to get away but the ropes were holding fast. She pulled and squirmed but all she achieved was bleeding ankles and wrists. He started crooning her name in her ear. He said it slowly, softly, like it was a reverent prayer. She tried to move her legs but Pitch was making it near impossible. She tried twisting away from him but he just laughed at her. She tried to arch her back and pull hard on the ropes but nothing happened. Pitch changed from whispering her name to talking to her, "Im going to enjoy this. What I'm going to do is scare you so much you wish you were dead... In the most, pleasurable, way possible..." He inhaled deeply and ghosted his fingers across Jacks neck. Jack couldn't help shuddering at his touch. "You are beautiful Jack. You don't scare easily but your fear is so intoxicating. You are like a drug. Everyones fear is different but yours is so appealing... " Pitch cocked his head to the side as if he was listening for something. Jacks heart was racing. She was scared. Scared of what Pitch and what he wanted. Her breath hitched in her throat.
"I want your fear Jack. I want to hear you scream. I want you squirm while you tell yourself that your precious Guardians are coming. I want..." Pitch grinned again. He moved from kneeling above her to nearly sitting on her hips. Jack tried to move her legs to free herself. Pitch snapped his fingers and the ropes on her ankles turned to nightmare sand. The sand was acting exactly like ropes except that they were fastened to the underside of the bed. Jack was unable to move her legs from Pitches sides. He leant his weight on her. She could feel his hot skin through his robe. His body felt as hot as his fingers had. He was burning her delicate body.
Jack tried desperately to think of anything other than Pitch and where she was. She tried to picture Jamie but she couldn't. The heat was suffocating and she was still scared.
Pitch was on her now. Straddling her hips. She could feel his bulge in his pants. She felt like she was going to be sick. Jack tried to escape again but Pitch tightened the ropes again. Jack cried out as her arms were jerked back. The movement forced her to arch her back to stop her arms being stretched.
Another jerk moved one of her legs. The nightmare sand forced one of her legs to wrap around Pitch. Jack screamed and kept thrashing around trying to escape.
Pitch grinned and started to kiss Jacks neck.