Hours have past since we were cast into Pitch's lair, aparently he left to go get his "toys." I really don't want to know what they are. Sandy and North explained what was happening to me. Apparently there's a world hidden from the untrained eye. A world full of everything that I have ever wanted. It's full of fairies, sprites, monsters, and witches. Everything! But, this magical world is being threatened. North said a terrible war has broken out between two sides of the Fae. There are the Darklings and the Nightlings. Both parties only showed their true selves at night, but one party is very, very evil. They hate humans and find joy in seeing them writhe in fear and pain. Pitch is the ruler of the Darkling. Pitch wants to take over, to kill all the good and raise up the bed. That's all hey would tell me. It only answered a few of my questions. I laid my head back and inspected the room we were being held in.
Pitch's lair was cold and dark. Every so often you could see shadows crwl up the wall, not normal shadows either, but shadows with the bodies of men and woman. They lunged at our cage, raking thier long, slender, claw-like fingers down our arms. Sandy winced in pain, trying to summon his golden whips, only for them to turn black an instant later. Beside him, North was slashing at every tentacle that neared him.
"We have to be getting out of here!" North grunted to Sandy, "Boy cannot be inured at all cost!" Sandy nodded his head franticly, signing words faster than I could see. I sighed and scooted closer to the door. Big mistake! Just as I settled a stormy, grey hand shot out and yanked me through the metal doors of our cage.
"Ah! I see your still here." Pitch as he held my chin between his fingers while his other hand snaked its way past my hoodie. "Well, my Darklings, Guardians, how about a little show? Hmmm?" His hand withdrew and shadowy hands wrapped themselves around my arms and legs. They attched themselves and hung me from the ceiling, hanging me by my wrists. "I hope you don't mind, but I must do this you see, dear Jack. This is the only way to break EVERY LAST SHRED of innocence that you posses." His smirk widened as the blade in his hand shimmered in the light of the candles.
"Pitch!" North screamed, "I will murder you!" He never paid any mind to the Russian fae as he brought the cold metal down on my skin. I screamed in agony as the words P.I.T.C.H was spelled into my chest along with W.H.O.R.E and O.U.T.C.A.S.T. The pain was horrible! It felt like molten lava was poured down on my chest. I could hear tiny sobs from Sandy and, what I assumed to be, Russian curses from North. Eventually the cutting was done. Pitch's eyes fluttered shut as his tongue darted out to catcha drop of blood that fell from the blade. I prayed to God that someone, anyone, would save me when his hands slowly fell down towards my most private places. A sob escaped my lips when my pants where removed from my legs.
"P-please!" I cried, "Someone help!" I screamed just as Pitch was blown away from me and a multicolored gas was in his place
"Aye! You ratbag!" A deep, mysterious voice shouted. "Get away from 'im!"