WARNINGS FOR THIS CHAPTER: Implied noncon, light sexual content, violence.

'I've got to get out of here,' Jack thought as he scanned his surroundings. Nothing around him was comforting or inviting, everywhere he looked there were shadows intertwined with faint streams of light. When light turned to shadow it was like everything visible got swallowed up by strips of blackness.

The dim light revealed that the walls of the lair were made of old stone and were covered by moss and vines. The floor was patterned with cracked stone tiles, which also had plant life inching its way out between them. Upon examining the ceiling Jack's eyes widened; there were cages strung up by thick metal chains littered all around him. They were all different sizes and different shapes and they immediately made Jack shiver in fear.

Jack kept walking around, trying his best to ignore how uncomfortable he felt. Every time he thought he found an exit he was met with a dead end closed off by brick. Each time he failed to find an exit he became more anxious, 'there has to be an exit right? How else did I get in here?' Jack thought to himself. It was in that moment that he realized he couldn't remember. 'How did I get here?' Jack questioned, his features scrunched up in frustration as he tried his best to recall the memory.

He didn't have long to ponder though before he felt the hair on his neck stand up, there was someone, or something, watching him. Jack whirled around, holding his staff out to defend him from whatever was there. He eyed the shadows around him; sensing whatever was watching him was hiding in them.

From the corner of his eye he saw a black streak jump from one shadow to the next. He spun his body around again, trying to see what was there, only to find it was too late. The shadow continued to bounce around in his peripheral vision and no matter how hard he tried he couldn't get a clear look at what it was. To say he was frightened was an understatement; Jack was trembling with fear. "Who's there?" Jack called out, inching his way back until his back met a wall.

He continued to look around frantically, holding his wooden staff out in front of him, hoping that he could strike whatever was following him. He stared out into the eerie lair a few more minutes and didn't see anything. "Maybe I was just imagining things..." Jack said to himself quietly. He didn't notice a shadow in the shape of a man behind him…

Before he could react a hand shot out from the shadow of the wall he was leaning on and clamped itself over his mouth. Jack, startled from the sudden assault, dropped his staff. A muffled cry escaped his lips as adrenaline pumped through his veins. He immediately reached up to grab the hand holding him but before he knew it another arm was wrapped around his arms, securing him against the wall. Jack struggled viciously, trying desperately to free himself. Yellow eyes revealed themselves in the darkness of the shadow and slowly a face emerged from it. Jack felt the creature lean over him, its breath tickling his ear. "Hello Jack, so nice of you to visit…"

For some reason a fear Jack he had never felt found its way into him; his struggling ceased as his eyes widened. His pupils dilated until there was only a faint ring of blue left behind. He knew who that voice belonged to, the nightmare king…

"What's the matter boy, afraid of me? Hehehe," the creature of darkness chuckled into Jack's ear as he fully emerged from the wall.

"I'm so glad you came to see me, I've been hoping you would…" Pitch informed him, still keeping his iron grip on the boy as he buried his face into the winter spirit's neck. He laughed again when Jack let out a muffled gasp. Jack was confused at Pitch's antics and tried to struggle again. "It's been a while since I've smelled such potent fear, its quite intoxicating Jack, please give me more of it…" Pitch cooed. Jack shivered again as the words left Pitch's lips; he sounded almost as if he was aroused.

All at once Pitch released him and Jack stumbled forward and fell to his knees. When he looked back to where he thought Pitch was standing he found a vacant wall once more.

"I'm right here Jack." Pitch said. Jack immediately turned his head and found Pitch's face only inches away. "P-pitch," Jack choked out. Jack eyed his staff lying on the floor from the corner of his eye but before he could attempt to reach it Pitch seized him by his blue hoodie and shoved him to the floor roughly. Jack's head slammed against the stone beneath him and for a moment everything went dark.

"You've brought out something in me that I thought had disappeared decades ago Jack..." Pitch cooed again. Jack was still trying to figure out what was happening when Pitch's hands began to trail over his thinly built body. "W-what are you doing?" Jack cried out in panic. Pitch ignored him completely, "I usually prefer females, but well, there's just something about you that's even better." Pitch swooned as he began to lift Jack's hoodie. "No! Stop it! Y-you can't be serious, you can't be…" Jack whaled, struggling to push himself out from under the nightmare king. Pitch glared down at the struggling boy before lacing his slender fingers through his white hair. He yanked the boy's head up only to slam it harshly to the ground again, ceasing his struggling for a moment.

Pitch held Jack's wrists above his head before summoning tendrils of darkness to bind them there to the floor. "Ah that's better," Pitch said, sounding pleased with the sight below him. Jack tugged at strange tendrils, his awareness of what was happening slowly returning.

"N-no, please n-no, not this, anything but this." Jack whimpered out. He had heard of rape, but he'd never in a thousand years believed anything of the sort could ever happen to him. How could it? He was pretty much invisible to the whole world, yet somehow this was still happening.

"Hehehe, you're begging just makes it worse Jack…" Pitch laughed and continued to explore the boy's stomach and chest. Pitch also leaned down and planted kisses along Jack's pale neck and jaw-line. Jack's eyes were lined with tears; he tried to block out the feeling of Pitch's cool fingers touching his skin as well as the lips that were currently planted against his collarbone. "You really are a beautiful boy Jack…" Pitch moaned. Jack just clenched his eyes closed

Jack whimpered loudly when those same fingers began working away at the belt to his pants. "Don't worry Jack, you might like this, I know I will." Jack began to have an all out panic attack at that point, for what was to come after had to be the most horrible thing anyone could ever experience.

Phil the yeti watched a recently treated Jack Frost rest soundly in the infirmary bed. It had been about two hours since the Guardians and himself had treated all of the boy's numerous and gruesome wounds. Sandy had come in once to silently inform him with his sand that Tooth and Bunnymund were still trying to clean themselves off and would be done shortly. None of them had returned yet.

A few more minutes of silence passed before Phil noticed the boy begin to mumble quietly and squirm around ever so slightly. The yeti didn't think anything of it other then that it was a good sign that Jack was on the road to recovery.

But as more minutes passed Jack became more and more restless and began to mumble words the Yeti could actually understand. "N-no, not this, p-please," Jack whispered out. Phil was immediately alarmed, he knew Jack was having a nightmare.

He quickly stood up from his chair and moved over to the boy, gently stroking his recently cleaned hair with his oversized hand, hoping that it would provide enough comfort in the boy's sleep to interrupt the nightmare.

Phil's attempts were in vain as Jack started to yell out in his sleep, "please stop! Please, please don't do this! Pitch! No!"

Whatever was happening in the boy's nightmare was causing him to start thrashing his limps in the bed. Phil knew he had to wake him before he re-opened his wounds. With both hands he slightly shook the winter spirit but for some reason the boy wouldn't waken.

A moment later Bunnymund burst through the infirmary door and hoped over to the bed. "I could hear him screaming from down the hallway! Move mate! He's having a bloody nightmare, we've got to wake him up!" Bunnymund barked. Phil was too concerned to argue with the pooka about the fact the he was already trying to do that.

"Jack! Jack it's me Bunnymund, you've got to wake up!" Bunnymund shouted at the unconscious boy; he didn't want to shake him too roughly because he knew that he was still in a fragile state. All of a sudden Jack's eyes shot open and his body flew up into a sitting position only to be stopped by Bunnymund's paws. "Easy mate, easy…" Bunnymund whispered in a soothing voice.

Jack whirled his head around frantically, almost as if he was still convinced he was having the nightmare. His breath was heavy and he was nearly hyperventilating. Jack only stopped when his eyes fell on Bunnymund. "I-it was P-pitch, h-he he…" That was all Jack could get out before a sob escaped his lips, tears were already falling down his face and he was visibly trembling.

Bunnymund immediately pushed himself forward, wrapping his fur-coated arms around Jack. Jack quickly grabbed Bunnymund's fur with his hands and buried his face into his chest; loud sobs escaped his lips in-between heavy breaths. Jack was so distressed he didn't even pay attention to the pain of his wrapped wounds, but Bunnymund was all too aware.

Phil could only look on in concern, he didn't really know what to do; he'd never seen a child so visibly distressed. He looked at Bunnymund with a worried expression and Bunnymund returned it with a look of sorrow. This was going to be a long and hard journey to recovery for Jack, that was something they both now knew.