I'm baaaaaaack! :D

Wow, you guys have been really pressuring me for this chapter. Am I making you all that nervous? Maybe I should have waited a little longer to update this for you guys, just to see you squirm. But alas, I am not that cruel. Well, to you guys. Now to my characters, that's a completely different story. But I won't make you suffer for an update.

Yet.

Bwahahahahahahahahahaha!

Warning: descriptive noncon. I warned you all, and if you want to skip this part, go right ahead. But I promise that it'll be the last. I think.

I own nothing.

The next ten days made Jack wish he could be in hell. Or, at least, he would have thought that, if his mind wasn't filled with mind-numbing pain. Pitch wouldn't allow Jack to rest for a full hour before he would walk back in and rape him over and over again. Each time it would become worse and worse, with Pitch adding some sick, kinky torture as he entered him. He had even decided to brand Jack on his buttocks as if he was a cow. The branding iron had seared into his skin, making him scream so loud that the dust on the walls of the dungeon fell and lasted long after he had lost his voice. He never knew that he could hold that much breath in his lungs, and somewhere in the back of his mind, beneath the waves of pain, wondered how long it had taken him to die when he was Jack Overland. But of course, he was soon occupied. Pitch had whipped the skin around it so that it would stand out more, and suddenly Jack had found his voice again.

He had laid on the dungeon after each time, wincing, sometimes even crying, just from the sheer pain of it. The whippings were like slices of hell delivered directly on to his skin; they burned like it, too. The little gnarls on the ends that dug into his skin and literally ripped out chunks of flesh left him writhing and screeching in pure agony. Never before had he, or anyone else, he was sure, felt such pain before in their life.

But the worst ones were when he had decided to slice into his skin, to make "pretty pictures" with his blood while he was inside him.

"That's it, Jack. That's it," Pitch had snarled as he drew a line down the crying boy's back with a knife, watching the blood dribble out. "Let those tears come out." Then he had "rewarded" him by shoving him up against the wall hard enough to break several ribs and give him a serious concussion if he hadn't had one already, and wrapping his skinny fingers around his neck and forced his penis into his mouth when he had finally released him for air.

"Remember when I told you that swallowing your blood was for practice?" Pitch panted as he slid it in and out of Jack's mouth. He looked down at the ice spirit; he just looked so delectable to him, taking in his full length as he looked up at the boogeyman, his red eyes filled with tears and pain as Pitch forced it all the way down his throat. He could feel him gagging on it, but Pitch was relentless, pushing it farther down. The walls of the inside of his neck felt like cold heaven to him, soothing the burning pain that he had felt in him for too long. This, Pitch had believed, was something the tooth fairy could have never been able to do, even if he did manage to get inside of her mouth. Pitch's eyes wandered over Jack's broken body, and grinned at the sight. His new and old wounds were already bleeding fresh blood from his most recent beating, making blood pools around his knees. Tear streaks ran down both cheeks from blood-shot eyes, and dribbled over his chin and down his body, mixing with the blood. It was a beautiful sight to him. Beautiful and dark and twisted. Everything he enjoyed in one creature right in front of him. Down on his knees and practically begging for mercy. "Now's the time to see what you've learned."

Jack wished he could have just swallowed blood again.

Then afterwards, Pitch would continue feeding the idea that Jack he was worthless, that he was alone, then leave Jack to deal with the idea. After each time, the pain both physically and mentally scarring him, he would try and zone out and be lost in a happy dream, knowing that the dark place that he had gone before wasn't healthy for him. It had taken him ages to try and fight the waves that were holding him down, to get back up to the surface.

But even in his dreams, Pitch dominated him. Each time he closed his eyes, a nightmare so terrible and realistic would send him running back to reality, where Pitch would be waiting for him. After a few days, he just stopped trying. He would lay wherever Pitch left him and stare at the wall, letting the pain wash over him and drown him. He used the same method as before, letting the darkness crash over his head and take him away, away from reality and nightmares. A place where pain couldn't hurt him anymore. He laid there and took everything that Pitch was giving to him without saying a word, held in world where nothing could hurt him. And Pitch had accomplished his goal. He was broken. When he saw this, he released the chains around his wrists and ankles and neck, which would give Jack the ability to attack him when he entered the room. But Jack had no more energy left in him; all could feel was the burning pain and the agony in his head, physical and mental. More and more, he returned to that place where nothing could touch him, until he had become bound there, lost there, never to return.

Even daily visits from Baby Tooth weren't able to bring him back to the living. She would plead for him to say something, even gesture, but he would stare at her with cloudy eyes, every tweet and chirp unreachable to him. Baby Tooth even attempted to peck at his scabs or his fresh(or freshly open) wounds, trying to use pain to rouse him, but he would just lay on his side, his eyes seeing nothing, his ears hearing nothing. He wouldn't sleep, or eat the food that she managed to sneak into his cell, he wouldn't even blink. He would only lay on his side, his mouth slightly agape as the blood dried and crusted on his body. She was only sure that he was alive by the faint rising and falling of his chest.

By the seventh day, Baby Tooth finally saw that Jack was gone, lost in some place that was beyond retrievable. She continued to visit him, though, snuggling up to him and trying to bring him comfort. He didn't even acknowledge her presence; she wasn't even sure if he knew she was there. He wouldn't even blink if she had curled up by his face. And she had to live with the guilt that she could do nothing, or tell anybody what was happening, because she was bound to a promise no matter what, even if it got out of hand. And it was literally eating her alive. The only thing that kept her from falling apart completely was that she was going with her original plan and would tell everybody what had happened the first day of December. In fact, she was planning to wake up Tooth as soon as midnight hit and confess everything.

On the eighteenth day of Jack's capture, on her way to visit Jack for the second time that day, Baby Tooth ran into Tooth, who was twittering excitedly in the main palace, not barking orders at the others for once. "Baby Tooth!" she called, waving to the small fairy. "Come here, I have to show you something!"

She groaned inwardly; she hated looking up into those violet eyes and seeing all the hope and happiness in them and know that the boy she was in love with was currently being tortured. Do you know? she asked silently as she came to Tooth, looking at her. Do you know that Jack Frost is being tortured as we speak? That he's either chained up, being whipped and stabbed, or on his back, being brutally raped? That Pitch is feeding off of his terror, growing stronger, and at the same time Jack in on the brink of death? That he cannot even feel the pain, that he is too far gone for even you to reach him? And that the whole reason for him not asking for help and that keeps me from telling you is because he's afraid he'll judge you?!

The small fairy clenched her fists, digging her tiny little fingers into the palm of her hand, trying not to spill everything right there.

"Baby Tooth, I finished making the music box for Jack!" Tooth squealed as she held it out for the miniature her to see. Baby Tooth sighed, and looked at the music box in Tooth's hands.

It was extremely impressive, ornately carved out of chestnut wood, about twice the size of Tooth, painted neatly with white and blue and different shades of gray, colors of the winter. Tooth lifted open the top, and a little obsidian statue of two people in the waltz position rose out of a felt pedestal from the bottom of the box, which was covered in white velvet. They began to spin around slowly as music began to come from it. First the piano began to play, then suddenly, Tooth's voice, as recognizable as hearing the choir of heaven, came out of it.

"Come stop your crying;
It'll be alright.
Just take my hand,
Hold it tight.
I will protect you
From all around you.
Just take my hand,
Don't you cry…."

Baby Tooth, her anger suddenly gone, flew closer to the music boxed, memorized. It was beautiful, the way the music seemed to curl around her. She closed her eyes, imaging that a warm, soft hand was cradling her, gently stroking her wings and petting her cheek. A hand that made her feel safe.

"For one so small,
You seem so strong.
My arms will hold you,
Keep you safe and warm.
This bond between us
Can't be broken.
I will be here,
Don't you cry….."

Baby Tooth suddenly got an idea. She shut the lid and urgently asked Tooth how to wind it up and down. "Um, this little key right here." She tapped the silver key in the back with her finger. "Why?"

She pointed at herself. "You'll take it to him? But I wanted to do it myself," Tooth murmured. "And besides, it's too big for you," she added.

The smaller fairy conjured three others with the wave of her hand. "Are you sure you guys can handle this?" she asked suspiciously as she handed it to them. Baby Tooth nodded hurriedly. "Okay. Good luck!" she called as they flew away.

On the way to Burgess, Baby Tooth told them what had happened to Jack. She ignored their distress and told them her plan. They all agreed that it was the only thing that they could do under the circumstances.

By the time they had gotten to Jamie's city, the moon had risen, full and bright, shining on the little town. It even seemed to gleam on the fairies' path as they flew through the trees and bushes until they came to the other side of a bluff over a frozen river. The gaping hole was still there, just large enough for Jack to crawl out. If he can, Baby Tooth thought. As fast as they could without dropping the precious instrument, the fairies shot down the sideways tunnel. When they had reached the end, they carefully pushed it through the crevice on to the other side where Baby Tooth was waiting.

She grunted as she bore the full weight of the box, but let herself float downwards until she hit the floor, where she carefully slid out from underneath it. Then she turned to Jack, who was lying in the same position that he had when she left. His eyes, which had turned entirely black, even the whites, sent chills up her back. They had been like this for a day now, proving that Pitch was always there, now inside him as well.

The little fairy took a deep breath, then pushed up the lid of the music box. And the song began just where it left off.

"'Cause you'll be in my heart…..
Yes, you'll be in my heart….
From this day on,
Now and forever more…"

For the first time in days, Jack lifted his head and blinked, the blackness of his irises suddenly dulled. "Tooth?" His voice was barely above a hiss of the breath, his black-as-night eyes darting around the room until they locked on to the music box. A flash of confusion went across his face, the most emotion Baby Tooth had seen from him in ages. It wasn't what she had wanted, but it was better than nothing.

"You'll be in my heart…
No matter what they say…
You'll be here in my heart,
Always…."

Jack's confusion was replaced with a fierce look of determination, something that looked odd on his weak face, and pressed his palms against the ground as he tried to push himself to his feet. He cried out in pain as his legs gave out on him as soon as he put pressure on them. Baby Tooth winced as he hit the ground with a sickening thud.

"I can't do it," he gasped. "I can't do it." He curled up into a ball in defeat, his body trembling. Baby Tooth glanced back at the other fairies in dismay.

"Don't listen to them!
'Cause what do they know?
We need each other
To have, to hold.
They'll see in time…..
I know..."

He looked up at the music box, weariness pulling at the corners of his eyes. Come on, Baby Tooth begged silently. You can do it! Slowly, he put one arm out, and dragged himself to it. He grunted at the stinging in his arm from all the bruises and cuts, but continued on with the other arm. Baby Tooth squealed and clapped her hands, cheering for him.

"When destiny calls you,
You must be strong!"

"I'll be strong," he whispered, starting to crawl a tad-bit faster. He felt a soft touch inside of him. It seemed to lift off a weight that he hadn't even noticed he was carrying.

"I may not be with you,
But you've got to hold on!
They'll see in time…
I know…
We'll show them together!
Cause you'll be in my heart!
Yes, you'll be in my heart….
From this day on,
Now and forever more!"

The music driving him on, he began to army-crawl faster, his eyes beginning to lighten. He began to imagine Tooth, not covered in blood, but laughing, happy, her amethyst eyes twinkling. He thought of North, his jolly Russian accent booming through his ears. Bunny's playful grin as he gently scolded Jack. Sandy's wide grin and Jamie's laugh, his smile.

He was spurred on even more so, thinking of the people who matter the most to him. Pitch was wrong, he thought. They do love me, and I love them…

"Yes, you'll be in my heart!
No matter what they say,
You'll be in my heart, always….

Jack finally reached the music box as Tooth's voice trailed off on the last note. He winced as he sat up and picked up the box in trembling hands as she finished the song.

"Always…"

"Always," he whispered as he gently closed the box, and held it to his chest. He closed his eyes, and cradled it to himself. Then he opened his eyes, and to Baby Tooth's delight, they were once again an electric icy blue. A little unclear, maybe, but it was a signal that he was back.

Jack looked up at Baby Tooth, who was hovering happily by the crevice. "I still can't break it down, though," he whispered unhappily. She put a finger to her beak mouth, telling him to wait. Just then, the wall crumbled away into a soft pile of dirt at his feet, revealing the hole that was just large enough for him to crawl through.

The other fairies, who had been working on taking down the wall, waved at him when they came out on to the other side. He grinned, a little bit uneasily, but he was smiling. Baby Tooth's little heart beat rapidly. He was getting better already! "Can you take this up?" he rasped, holding the box up to them. They nodded, and all of them except Baby Tooth went to put it back up to the surface.

Baby Tooth glanced at Jack. "I'm ready," he coughed, blood spattering again against the ground. She flew over to him, ready to help, but he waved her away. "I have to do this alone," he whispered. She hesitated, then nodded and watched as he got on all fours and began to crawl towards the entrance. His knees burned with the pressure, but he ignored it and focused on getting to the hole. It was his only way and now was his only chance.

He took a shaky breath when he reached the beginning of the whole. Gnarly roots and stems peeked out of the floor of the tunnel, with sharp rocks jutting out of the sides. I have to do this, he thought firmly, then began to climb up. Jack winced and groaned as he climbed up, but again waved away Baby Tooth's help. "I can do this," he gasped.

Trying to block out all of the agony in his legs and arms and the nauseous feeling in his head, he progressed up the tunnel. Thankfully, it was slanted enough so that it was simply a matter of putting his hands and feet in a spot that would give him the least amount of pain. He wiggled his shoulders so that they wouldn't bump into the sharp edges, grateful that he had such narrow shoulders.

After what seemed like years, Jack finally pulled himself out of the tunnel and collapsed on to the other side into the snow, breathing heavily. He curled up into a ball and buried himself into the frostiness, laughing softly as the coldness soothe his burning wounds. Oh, how good it was to feel this kind of cold again! He laughed again, louder, and flipped on to his back, ignoring the sting in his arse, and stared up at the sky, still laughing. The fairies cheered as they saw him become the old Jack again.

The moon shone down directly on him, the usually cold light now engulfing him a sort of warmness that he could only describe as the feeling he got around Tooth.

"Thank you," he whispered. What felt like a warm hand gently caressed his face.

Suddenly, a shaking noise distracted him from his audience with MiM. He bolted upright, earning a sharp sting in his buttocks, and looked up just in time to see the bluff that he had just crawled out of collapse in on itself, the tunnel completely destroyed.

"Whoa," he whispered.

Baby Tooth squeaked, getting his attention. "What?" he rasped. She pointed at one of the long slashes. He rolled his eyes, thinking she meant that he was hurt. "I realize that, thank you." She shook her head and grabbed a ball of snow and began to rub it on the wound. He hissed at the sudden sting, but then relaxed at the soothing coldness on his back, and watched as the fairy rinsed off the dried blood on and around the area.

The other fairies started to pull off the bloody rags that used to be his beloved sweater so that he laid shirtless. They tried to gently remove his pants, which was better condition than his poor sweater, but still looked pretty ripped up. Bu the pain in his rectum was too much, and they were forced to leave it alone.

After their failed attempt, they began to copy Baby Tooth, and began to rinse him of the blood dried on his body. Soon, the snow around them was stained dark crimson, but he was left sparkling white in the air. He shivered as the cold wind swirled inside of his wounds. He supposed it could have been worse, but as he looked over all of his gashes and bruises, the only worse thing he could imagine were broken bones, and he wasn't even sure if he didn't have those.

"Thank you so much, you guys," he breathed, his breath coming out om icy little wisps. They nodded, then flew over to a close oak tree. They brushed the snow off of a long wooden stick that was half-hidden until it came out by the roots. His eyes widened when he saw it was his staff. "My staff," he gasped. He crawled towards it eagerly, and grabbed the long shaft between his two hands. Using it as support, he pulled himself to his feet.

Jack scooped up the music box in one arm, and proceeded to hobble home, the fairies following him cautiously. He peered around the forest, fearful that Pitch or his Nightmares would leap out of the shadows and drag him back to that hellhole. But Pitch nor his dark horses arose from the shadows. He let out a breath of relief when he reached his house. They helped him up the steps, carrying the box so he could use both hands to grab on to the staff and lift him up the stairs.

The pain overwhelming him, he collapsed on to the soft wooly bed in his room that was(thank Man in Moon!)the first door to the right. He barely noticed the new rugs and items on the mantelpiece down the hallway as he stumbled into his room, or that he now had a dresser, a desk in one corner, a few lamps, and a nightstand. He would notice those later.

The staff fell with a clatter on the floor as he snuggled into the soft wool, and curled up into a ball as the fairies pulled the cover over him. His eyes flickered up to Baby Tooth. "Thank you," he croaked. She smiled and patted his head softly with one of her tiny hands before leading the rest of the fairies out.

Jack started to wind back the music box and placed it on the ground. He sighed as the music began and closed his eyes. No dreams would come to him that night, but it was a pleasure to not have any at all for him.

I thought it would be best if Jack got out of there before the Winter Concert! :D Don't think I forgot about that, did you?

Anyway, I know "You'll Be in My Heart" is by Phil Collins, but the version I thought would be best was by Celtic Woman. This woman's singing is BEAUTIFUL. My readers, PLEASE go and check her out. She is AMAZING.