I went to Bunny's place and sat down on a rock, running the plan over in my head.
"You alright, sweetheart?" Bunny asked me.
"Yeah, nervous…" Bunny sat down next to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulder, gently pulling me into his side.
"It will be alright, you don't have to do anything you don't want to do."
"Its fine, I want to do it for all of you, I love you all too much to lose you…" There was a small silence between us and then Bunny spoke again.
"So, you and Jack, huh?" I shuffled awkwardly and cleared my throat.
"Yeah, it just sort of happened, I guess."
"Oh right… not into rabbits then?" I could hear a smile in his voice but he still sounded a little gutted.
"Yeah, not really my type," I giggled a little as he tensed, "sorry!"
"Don't worry," Bunny said clearing his throat, "You're not really my type anyway."
"Liar!" I said, lifting my head off his shoulder and looking at him with a grin on my face.
"No, honestly," he said, not meeting my gaze, "I'm more of a Jessica Rabbit kind of man."
We both laughed and talked until evening approached and I felt really comforted by Bunny's presence. Suddenly a large gust of cold wind came, which was our signal Pitch was coming. My stomach flipped several times and I began to feel sick. Bunny and I stood up and gave each other sad looks'.
"Thank you, Bunny. You're a great person." I said, kissing him on his furry cheek. He beamed down at me and brought me into a large hug.
"You aren't too bad yourself."
He pulled away quickly and his ears pricked up and he began sniffing wildly.
"Pitch is here…" He said quietly.
"Princess," came a low voice, "did you miss me?" Pitch emerged from behind a large rock and grinned at me. I cowered behind Bunny then remembered the plan. As expected, Jack and North appeared from the sky. "Oh, are you trying to protect my poor flower?" Pitch laughed. "It won't work."
"You can't take her…" growled Jack in a tone of voice I had never heard before.
"Actually, yes. I can," snarled Pitch. I decided to take a step forward and start playing my role, gaining a glare from Jack who had tears in his eyes.
"Pitch," I squeaked. "I don't want to be with the Guardians. They're not letting me be who I am, supressing me into a weak, feeble protector. I don't want to be that." I took a few steps towards Pitch, swaying my hips (trying to be sexy, hopefully it was working). Pitch looked rather stunned and I flashed a smile at him. I rested my hand delicately on his shoulder, circled him then whispered in his ear; "I want to be with you." Pitch grinned and turned his head to the Guardians.
"You hear that, Jack. She doesn't want to be with you." Jack looked away and I saw his face go red with anger.
"Lizzie," North said, just as we had rehearsed, "how could you betray us?"
"I want to be strong, look at you. You're weak. Pitch can help me be the strong person I can be."
"But-"
"I think it's time I got rid of the Guardians…" Pitch said. I flashed a worried look at North, this wasn't meant to happen…This wasn't the plan we expected. Pitch was meant to take me to his and I was to find out there and report back. I grabbed Pitch's shoulders and spun him round so the Guardians couldn't see his face or what I was about to do.
"Why waste your time on them now?" I said, playing with his t-shirt. "There are other things I'd rather be doing," and I slid my hands down to the waistband of his trousers and tugged. Pitch stopped breathing for a second and then turned his head to face the Guardians, keeping his chest and newly appeared lump (gross) towards me.
"You're going to have to wait for your downfall, I have other things to do…" Pitch smirked and I sent a warm breeze of reassurance towards the Guardians and their eyes lit up with hope. Pitch lifted me up bridal style and we both disappeared then reappeared in his chambers.
His room was dark with black drapes and a large wooden bed in the middle of the room. Everything was dark and grey, no lights were on the walls or ceiling but instead windows of different shapes, stairs leading to nowhere and empty bed frames dotted around.
"Now…" Pitch said placing me on the ground. "Show your commitment towards me…"
My stomach lurched. I should not have made that move earlier…
"First," I said, sitting on the bed and crossing one leg over the other, "how are we going to get rid of those pesky Guardians?" Pitch raised his eyebrows.
"I decide when I talk about the plan. Right now, we aren't going to do any talking." Shit.
Pitch had climbed on top of me and was planting hungry kisses on my neck. I pushed my body closer to his to give the impression I was enjoying it.
"But maybe if we get rid of them sooner…"
"Enough…" He whispered into my neck.
"I think I have some good ideas-"
"Enough." He said, a little louder this time.
"But-"
"ENOUGH!" He shouted and I felt a sharp pain just below my eye. I looked up to see his hand raised and the left of my face burned from his harsh smack. "Now…" he said, "Princess, show me you love me…" I bit back tears and crashed my lips against his, keeping my eyes slightly open. Pitch pushed me further up the bed to the pillows and grabbed my wrists, holding them above my head with one hand. He then got the other hand and ran it down my side, finding the small zip on my suit. He slowly undid it and pulled off the sleeves, examining my body as he went. I felt so violated. He kissed my chest and breasts and I made small fake gasps at his touch. I wanted it to stop there but I knew he wouldn't allow it to happen. He continued to pull off my suit gently and kiss lower and lower on my body. I lay with my hands by my sides looking up at the ceiling only wishing Jack was here. He was never this needy or hungry, he always thought of me first. We hadn't gone all the way yet but he still took care of me whenever we kissed. It made me sick that my first proper time was being taken by a man who had raped and killed me. Pitch had now removed my whole suit and was undoing his trousers and kicking them off. I slowly pulled up his shirt over his head and ran my hands over his defined, grey torso. Once we were both fully naked, he began playing with me, running his fingers around my womanhood, tracing patterns and teasing. I continued to fake my orgasm but I was pretty sure it sounded real.
"Pitch, I-" SMACK! Another stinging sensation hit my face.
"Princess, you don't talk, unless I allow you to…" He gave a sickly grin and smashed his lips back to mine. He positioned himself roughly and pushed himself in, hard. Pain seared my lower regions and I grabbed onto Pitch's back, pushing my face away from view. Tears streamed down my face but Pitch didn't notice, he continued to thrust himself in, harder and faster, only making it more painful. I made small choking noises but they were drowned out by his groans of release. He stopped and pulled out, getting off the bed. Pitch pulled on his clothes and turned to look at my, naked on the bed.
"I have some business to do…" He said smugly and left the room, slamming the door behind him. When I was sure he had gone, I began to cry and shake. Tears streamed down my face and I crawled under the thin duvet, covering my body which was filled with pain. I knew North was going to check up on me whilst Pitch slept but I almost began to believe he would never come at all.