Everything aches as I feel myself awake. I groan painfully and shift, before stabbing pain from multiple areas hits me, making me freeze.

My head is the worst. Everything spins slightly, making me nauseous. I blink open my dry eyes, but it is hard to see, and dark. I can only make out the fuzzy grey shapes of stone walls surrounding me. I moan again.

I slowly crunch myself into a ball, moaning as I do so. Everything is so sore. My arms, my legs, everywhere. I feel like I got the absolute hell beaten out of me.

Well.. I suppose that did kind of happen. As memories begin to trickle back, I grab my head in attempt to shield myself from them. Please… please let that have just been a nightmare. It had to have been a nightmare. That didn't happen. There is no way that happened. Even someone as evil as Pitch…

The thought of his name brought the sound of his voice echoing in my head, and I can feel my body tense and shiver. No, it didn't happen. It was his nightmare dust, that's all. It was just…. Very realistic.

I lay there, balled up in the middle of the floor for a while, my mind spinning. I try not to remember, I am too tired to face it. I don't want to. I can't…

After a few more silent moments, I gather my nerve, and reach a heavy, shaky hand down to my waste, and feel my pants are missing.

No… no no no no no no. Please no.

I reach behind me, and can feel the hardened blood all over my rear. That is enough for me to understand.

Pitch… raped me.

A painful lurch of agony assaults my stomach and I hear a loud sob echo through the room. It was my own voice.

I let myself lie there for a while, drowning in the horror that is my reality. Tears fall down my face, and my strained cries fill my ears. My voice is gone, so I sound like I am dying from the scratchy wails. I break out in coughs periodically, my throat still messed up from being choked before, not to mention being ripped apart by my screams. Why… would anyone do this. It was so awful, so painful, so messed up. Nobody could deserve that… not even Pitch. And why to me? I'm a guy… why would he want to do that to me….

After a moment I realize I can't endure laying here thinking about this, so I painfully drag myself upright and scan the room through teary vision. I see my pants on the other side of the floor. I try and crawl over to them, but every movement causes waves of pain to ache, especially in my ass. I try to stifle my sobs and control my breathing enough to focus enough. I can't fall apart like this. Not if he comes back….

The fear of Pitch finding me like this without my pants fuels me enough to push myself over to snatch them up and slowly put them on. I can't believe how sore I am as I slide them up my legs back to where they should be. I noticed while putting them on that I did indeed have a blood stain on the back. A lump of nausea hits my throat.

I feel a little better once I am fully clothed. Tears still stream down my face, but I am no longer loudly sobbing; only quiet hiccups and moans leave my lips. I can feel the tears freeze as they reach the bottom of my face and they fall off as icey dust.

I slide myself to the nearest wall and scrunch myself up there, leaning my back against the stone surface. I notice my wrist still has the original shackle around it, but the chain seemed longer now, giving me more room to move around comfortably. Both of my wrists are red and cut up from the shackles from before. Seeing this gives me a lump in my throat as I try not to remember.

Without much real effort, I try and freeze the shackle and chain, but i barely muster up enough to put a frosty coat on it. I tried over and over before to no avail, but it was the only thing I could think of to help me escape this. Even if I managed to get it off though, the iron door would still be an issue.

My head aches. I am exhausted. I know I need to think of a way out, but my mind feels numb, like a static is taking over. Not only is my body completely drained, but my brain apparently is too. It's hard to focus even a little right now.

I simply sit there quietly, listening to my own hiccuped breathing and sniffles as I gradually stop my crying and calm down. I let myself recharge a little bit. I need to let myself rest just a little, so I can go back to finding a way out of here. I can't let him do that to me again… I can't endure that again. If/when he comes back, I'll have to fight him. I have to find a way. I'll try anything, do anything to get him to not do that to me again. I'll claw his eyes out, I'll bite his hand off if he tries to muffle me again. I'll freeze him so badly his skin will turn black. I won't let him do that to me again.

Eventually as I wait there, my calm begins to turn to anxiety. My mind begins to regain its strength, but with it comes the flurry of stressful thoughts. I try and fight off the vivid memories and focus all my energy on how to escape, but I still come up with nothing.

The Guardians, surely they would rescue me. They will notice I'm gone and search. Would they think to search for Pitch? Where else would I be, right? Well… I guess if one of them was gone I wouldn't immediately think that… but eventually they would come to that conclusion, right? Or perhaps the Man in the Moon would tell them? And how would they find me? I only found this place on accident once before, assuming this is even the same place. How long would it even take for them to notice I am gone? We don't exactly see each other super often… We meet up sometimes, but lately it has gone down to once or twice a year when all the holidays are all over for a while. We haven't really needed to, what with Pitch being gone, and more kids than ever believing. I often visited them outside of when we are set to meet, but they are always so busy, with deadlines and rules… it may take them a while to even notice my absence.

That realization hits me hard. If I can't find a way to escape myself, it could take a very long time for the Guardians to rescue me. If they even can. That means I'll be stuck here, with him… for a long time.

Shit! This can't be the case! I won't be his victim to do with what he wants! This creep… this sick bastard will NOT get to just have his way with me! I won't have it! He will realize sooner or later this is all pointless for him to do. I'll never join him. No matter what he does. I'll make sure he knows that. All the time he wastes on me he could be coming up with a better, actually pointful plan.

My brief moment of determination was immediately destroyed as I hear the sound of sand moving in the distance. My heart beats so hard I can feel my chest reverberate, and the rush of anxiety and fear makes my head spin.

And then there he was, looking at me through the door, that same, sick grin on his face.

"Good morning Jack."

sorry short chapter~!