I hope that this ties to the other chapter well :)
pandy334-I'm happy too :D hope you like this chapter ^u^
To the story!

I opened my eyes, hoping to see the emerald eyes of Bunnymund or the wonder-filled eyes of North, but I was meet with the sight of darkness in all corners of my vision. I tried moving my limbs so that I could get out of my current problem, but found that my arms were chained above me and I was only able to move them a centimeter or two. I winced as I felt liquid run down my arm from my wrist and knew it was my blood. My eyes adjusted to the darkness and I was able to see the outlines of what seemed like some sort of bedroom with me chained to the wall. There was a king-sized bed located directly across from me along with a night stand on both side of the bed. There was also a dresser a few feet away, or what looked like to be a dresser anyway. But what I saw next shook me to my next to me was a table covered in all kinds of daggers, syringes, and something else that I couldn't see because of the lack of lighting.

"I didn't expect you to be awake for at least another hour Jackie." My head turned at the familiar voice and saw Pitch carrying another dagger, but this one looked like it was duller than the others.

"..." I didn't answer him, but glared instead. Pitch chuckled darkly at my glare as he glided closer to me and his 'toys'.

"Now, now Jack. You will be 'pleased' to know that we'll have much more fun with my new toys." He said as he scraped the dagger across my neck, leaving behind a dull, numbing sensation and blood trickling down and staining my hoodie. He did that a few more times until I felt his fingers tear my hoodie to shreds, leaving me covered only by my pants. The wounds from his last session were beginning to scab over, but I could tell by the way his eyes gleamed that this would not be pleasant.

Then again, when has this ever been pleasant?

I held back a sudden scream as Pitch raked the dull blade raked across my healing wounds. He took his sweet time tearing them open and making them deeper than they already were. Tears started rolling down my face and into my and reopen wounds before I could stop them. I winced as the water made contact with a wound on my cheek, but Pitch didn't notice as he stepped away from me and headed towards the table. I glared at the back of his head as he set the dull, bloodied dagger on the table, picked up an empty syringe, and filled it to the brim with some sort of eerie blue liquid that seemed to bubble as Pitch held it.

"I bet you're wondering what this is." He set the now-empty vial back on the table but kept the filled syringe in his hand as he walked back to were I was chained up.

I'd rather not now.

"I would tell you, but you'll find out soon enough." I didn't have any time to react as he shoved the thin needle into my arm and poured the bubbling into my veins.

"AAAHH!" I screamed bloody murder as I felt the foreign liquid travel through my body. Everywhere the liquid went felt as if that spot was burned and then dosed with rubbing alcohol. I continued screaming as the pain increased with each passing second. I don't know if I ended up screaming for seconds, minutes, or hours before my body cleansed itself of the invader,

"St-stop." I said hoarsely as my head hung low, my throat scratched from the screaming and dry from the lack of water. Pitch grinned sadistically and he gripped my chin, making me look him in the eyes.

"Now why would I do that? We haven't even gotten to the fun part."

I realized something, it's extremely fun to torture Jack ):3
Not sure if you guys should be scared or not...oh well ^^
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Til next time :)