'How long has it been? A week? Two days? A month? How long have I been here? When will they come? Are they going to come? Yes, they will come, they have to come. They wouldn't just abandon me, would they?'
" Why don't we start with the basics, huh. Save the good stuff for later. I hope you enjoy this, Jack. I know I will."
It's like watching through mud. Everything seems to slow down as the nightmare sand knife moves towards my chest. There is no struggling, no fighting, just watching and waiting. Almost like I'm unable to do anything but observe.
Nothing. The knife stops inches from my chest.
"Hmmmmmmm, perhaps something a little more dramatic, don't you think? Maybe a word or two? A sentence? Oh, I know how about I torment you until you tell me everything you know about the other Guardians, since you won't give up on the thought of them coming to save you, while at the same time, adding some new decorations to that chest of yours? Maybe something to remind you of your stay here? If the Guardians come, like you belive so wholeheartedly, we don't want them to find you in perfect condition, do we? Maybe a mark here," He runs the blade of the knife from the middle of my chest up to my left shoulder, causing me to wince, but nothing else. I won't let him hear me scream again, not ever. "Or maybe another here?" He runs the knife across my cheek, leaving a streak of streaming red "Oh, I have an idea that would make this easier!" Suddenly my body shifts into the shape of a star, legs and arms spread, while getting restrained to the wall behind me.
"I'll never tell you anything! They'll come, and then you'll be sorry!"
"That mouth of yours is gonna get you into trouble, huh. Well, let's fix that, since you won't tell me anyway."
"Pi-" Something hard and grainy enters my mouth and wraps around my head, almost like a… a nightmare sand gag!
"Isn't it just perfect now? No noise but the sound of your screams, which I will get, and you have no chance of getting away while I have you tied up like this. I get to watch you as you try not to cry out as I mar your skin, and leave behind images that will never fade from your mind. I will watch, then, as you writhe in agony by my hands, and my hands alone. You'll pay for stopping my rule, Jack Frost, You'll pay dearly. And the Guardians even lose their youngest member, not that they even wanted you to begin with."
A muffled comment escapes my mouth through the gag.
"What was that, Jack? I couldn't hear you. Perhaps I should see if I can get you to speak up."
Another muffled insult.
"I still can't hear you, would you like some help?" No more than a second and I find the knife buried into my right shoulder.
'Don't give him the satisfaction of any noise. They'll come, and then it will be over.' The knife is removed and a smile stains Pitch's already frightening face.
"I told you, Jack. They won't come for you, they gave you up, they don't need you. They made an exchange for the safety of the children they protect. What use is fun to the children, anyway? Couldn't they already find it on their own? What use is a Guardian whose center can be found naturally? Certainly you didn't think even for a minute that they valued you, did you? You must have known that they didn't."
I try to move out of my bonds again. Once more, I fail to succeed in this process.
"Oh don't worry, Jack. You can't break free from these restraints, they are made of a special sand that is unaffected by any type of ice or strength. They're indestructible unless I remove them from you, same for the gag in your mouth. You wouldn't believe the effect it can have on a person." A sickening smile crosses his face. "Of course, I could show you a new meaning to fun, as you so guard . Perhaps a few new bruises, a gash here, a gash there, and a few other things? Doesn't that sound fun, Jack? You were already a useless spirit that nobody needed, why not let the world have a little time with you? I'm sure some of the other spirits would just love to see you."
Pitch removes the nightmare sand gag from my mouth with his hands. Turning the sand cloth back into sand, he raises the knife and prepares to strike again. Within a second, I find the knife buried bone deep into my side.